He nodded slowly as he carefully choose his words, and when the boy spoke again his child like face seemed to bear the weight and exhaustion of a being much older. "I can see the fears, the nightmares within everyone, and after years of practice I learned to control those very nightmares...and can make them real. With a Hellmouth under my feet I could alter reality within an entire city but now, well I may be limited but affecting a single person is feasible."
Nineteen knew there would be a price to be paid for what he had in mind, knew that the magic would make his astral body a target for whatever was tracking the use of power within the city, but it would be a price he could bear if it brought some small manner of peace to her.
"I know what he fears...the one you call Angel...and I can make it real, and with what strength I have left I will bring you his soul. His body may turn to ash, but his soul shall be spared the torment of Hell as long as you keep it safe."