[Reinhardt and Angel were birds of a feather, it seemed. It took a lot to break Angel of her urge to care for others. Even her father, who had put her through more cruelties than any other person in the six galaxies, still had managed to maintain a small speck of warmth within her heart.]

Many people have had worse, but that doen't mean you aren't hurting now. And in this moment, I am here to sympathize for you. That is what matters.

[Angel's eyes shut tight, waiting for the coming judgement. When she heard Reinhardt shift, she feared the worst, feared that his massive axe might be put to better use than chopping wood. When nothing came, she cracked an eye open and instead found his waiting hand.]

[As he spoke, she felt her eyes began to burn. It might have been better to meet his eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. She couldn't even force herself to sit up properly, to do as he had asked.]

Thank you. [That was about all she could do -- profess her thanks repeatedly.]