There was no way around talking to her right now, and he had to so he could get just a few basics out of her. Sasha wasn't going to just walk away, as much as he wanted her to. She wasn't exactly the 'give up and go home' type, and likely the only reason he was able to get away from her before was the fact that there was the Beast between her and him—not to mention that nice, long journey from Empire City to New Marais. If it hadn't been for all that, Cole was pretty sure he would've seen more of her in his last 'grand adventure'.
An unhelpful little voice in his head commented that she should be said, as should he. That all conduits should be dead. Why couldn't she have just stayed that way? But such was the wonder of this whole reality-merging thing. She was obviously from the past and that... really sucked.
Chuckling and shaking his head at her talk of Reapers as if they were children, as if they were creatures made out of love, puppy dogs, and rainbows. The affection in her voice stated as much, but Cole had seen the process used to make them and he never wanted another human being to suffer that fate again. No matter how great of a thing Sasha thought it was.
Then came talk of Cas and Cole's jaw set as he glared at her, "You keep away from him. Not only is he something above and beyond what you could possibly understand, he's off-limits. Period. And as for your Reapers? No. You aren't making any more. You make another one of those things in this tiny-ass little town and I swear to God I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
As soon as he said it, Cole sighed inwardly. No threat would actually work against Sasha. This was the kind of stuff she loved hearing. So what the hell could he do? How could he possibly convince her not to do something? Cole had enough crazy in his life, why did more have to come steamrolling his way?