[ if only she knew how true her thoughts rang. angel had willingly died in hell to reset things - died as a human under the blade of the sword gunn wielded. he regretted nothing, had been okay with forfeiting his life in attempt to make things right. sacrifices. their whole existence as warriors of goodness was practically defined by them, whether made by them or those around them. ]
You do what you gotta do. Sometimes that means people die, even those you care about. [ had jasmine's arrival been delayed by a few seconds, angel would've killed cordelia. doing so would've no doubt messed him up and caused him to distance himself from people more than anything else had, but he knew he had to do it. there hadn't been any other choice at the time and that one life hadn't been worth dooming the world over. he understood that one versus many concept better than he used to, understood the role he was meant to play, if he continued to put a bullshit label on wolfram & hart's interpretation of the shanshu prophecy. and he would. regardless of whether or not it was true, angel needed to look at it as a bundle of lies in order to function past what he'd been told and shown. ]