"You have the impulse control of a five year old," Alex just spat the words out at him as she moved to her feet. She just shakes her head and glares at him. More than a small part of her expects to see the real Richard there on the ground, lying there dead before them and with this impostor like something of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. "You are seriously not in any condition to call anyone else weak. Especially not him."

But she is standing next to him. But she knows that she's not going anywhere, if only because Alex doesn't want to make Richard's sacrifice for nothing. Alex can't do that to him.

"You're a Fallen Angel." She says softly. "You think that nothing is ever going to beat God's love or be on the same level with it so you're going to say that it's the only kind of love that matters when it isn't. How can you be inside a human for sixty years and not understand that?"

But he wants her to ask about him so Alex does: "so what's the plan now? We hop on a plane to Hollywood so you can try and hurt me fucking actresses?"