The ghostly image of the boy started to move when he heard the order, but he stopped suddenly when he saw the look on her face. His gamble had bought a little time, but not enough to prevent her from going after Angel. "You will fail...even in victory, Slayer. Should you free him and get away, what will you do then? The city is sealed and that false king will slaughter everyone to get to you both! The blood of innocents will flood the streets and in the end they will still take the life of your companion."
Nineteen tried to find words to make things right, but it was an idea and not words that sprang to mind. "He laid down his life to keep you and the city safe, yet what if there was a way to spare his soul from the flames of hell? Would you stay your hand...and not seek to save Angel?"