Angel thought he was going to throw up when the Brachen demon's face morphed back into human form. That was Doyle's face. Which meant there were three options here: Doyle had been resurrected too, he had a long-lost twin brother nobody knew about, or this was an imposter. Option #2 seemed unlikely, but Angel had no idea about the others. If it was an imposter, though, he didn't care who the person actually was. He was going to kill them no matter what. He was going to get them back into their real face, and then he was going to kill them -- and he was going to enjoy it. Nobody messed with his friends, the living ones or the dead ones. "If you're really Doyle," he said in a low voice, keeping his distance from the man, "prove it. I don't know if you realize this, but you've been dead for years. Five of them, to be exact. Dead people don't just get up and start walking again after that much time. So prove it, or that guard who tied you up will be the least of your worries. I don't let him kill people, but I have no problem killing them myself when they decide to steal my friend's face and taunt me with it."