i get wherever i'm going / i get whatever i need.
[ angel's head snaps up, eyes effectively torn away from the passage he was previously engrossed in. ]
Yes. [ he shuts the book, leans back in his chair. ] I do. All the time.
[ he'd be lying if he said he didn't, because he does, and he knows he's done terrible things -- even after he got his soul back wrt the lengths he went to in order to convince the circle of the black thorn of his faux loyalty to them. but... ]
Supposed to doesn't matter to me. I want out, and I'm getting out. And so are you.
[ leans forward, opens the book again. so incredibly stubborn and determined; always refusing to accept the path someone else has laid down for him. angel rejects your reality and substitutes it with his own. ]