“You’d do anything for me, right?” I ask. “Anything,” he says absolutely. “Give it up,” I demand harshly, and he looks at me, confused and bewildered. “The Silencer. Let him go, right now. Today.” He gives me a defeated look and I can see the refusal deep in his eyes. “It’s not that simple.” “Then let me go instead,” I say, and then turn to face away from him, and pretend to fall asleep. I hear him sigh, and then he painfully whispers, “Angel, I can’t do that either.”
