There's nothing you can do to make this worse. I'd settle for seeing if you can make it better. [He obviously can't fix Jinx- or won't- and Gabriel wouldn't ask it of him, anyway. He allows himself to be led and exhales as soon as he's outside, breathing in the air that won't be rotted and thick with the Seep for another several hours. For an angel, though, there's always some perverse feeling, even in the daylight. This place is Wrong on a primal level, but Gabriel's been here a year and nothing has felt more like home since home.]

She's survived worse. [He's not sure if he's stating a fact or reassuring himself. Except no one's survived worse than a small holy bomb going off in their body.]