"No. I don't," Angela whispered as she watched Peter go, the pieces of her heart shattering once more as a voice in the back of her head that sounded remarkable like Arthur hissed 'You. You did that.' Angela struggled not to wince at the voice as she stepped forward, resting a hand lightly on Nathan's shoulder, her touch tentative, unsure whether Nathan was going to explode on her as well or not.
Angela knew how protective the two of them were of each other. She wouldn't blame Nathan if he wanted to lace into her for...for whatever she had done.