You're darn - damn right I do. Exclusive exquisite taste. Because - 'cause I'm a lot pickier than everyone thinks! People think I love everybody because, like, I do the self-sacrifice thing so easily? Like you know how I'm all "oh I have just met you and I would die for you" and stuff?? But that's not the important thing! That doesn't mean shit.

[ Oh hey Angel's acknowledging how fucked up she is. Super. And helping Squalo walk the few feet to the nearest bunk is apparently taking more concentration than she'd figured. She's not drunkenly staggering or anything, okay, but her perception is a little wobbly and the floor looks closer than usual and everything is buzzing slightly. Is this why they call it being buzzed? Huh.

IT'S A MESS. SHE'S A MESS. ]

The real way to know that I love someone is when I'd sacrifice other people for them. Like. I'd - I would doom everybody else in town if it'd get Rhys and Beckett and Enoch and you out? I'd feel really bad, and it would make me the worst freaking asshole, but I'd do it.

Don't tell anyone.

[ She makes a vaguely stern-looking shushing motion, then frowns. Is he going to need help sitting down? Because sitting down does suddenly seem like a very complicated process. With, like. Multiple joints involved. Wild.

She might need some help sitting down, actually,,, ]