Angel liked this conversation better when he was considering tracing the lines of her tattoos. "I have plenty of opinions. Individuality wasn't cut, not from myself. I was an individual by breathing. I chose that life. Not like the others. But Rosa wasn't my place for a decision. We weren't supposed to get involved." He let himself reach forward, leaning in closer to touch the scar on her neck. "We all wind up in places beyond our control."