[Her gaze swept over the collection of the dead. She remembered how watching Mai die had hurt, and how finding Finn dead had torn at her. Mary was her roommate, they'd sworn to protect themselves and their adjoined room. Now she was dead too. And all alone, Angel kept saying that they would get better.]

They die fighting, or they die if not this Friday, then the next. Or the one after that.

How can you stay so strong, knowing that this keeps happening, Church?