[Her head's spinning. Where would she even start? The only thing clear in her mind is that she left, and while half of her knows it was the best move to make and entirely legal to allow the chaos to continue... her archangel's pride is screaming in disappointed rage. She sets the glass on the counter as she tries to make up her mind what to tell him, but the pressure isn't helping.]

I watched him drain a woman dry, failed to heal a man whose chest he ripped out with his bare hands, then watched him summon a small army of demons, all the while knowing it's entirely legal in Everglade.

[She's holding the glass so tightly that her hands shake, even as she fills it with water.] I loathe that city with everything within me.