"What are you going to do to me?" Angel asked as she laid on the ground, not willing to fight.
"I'm not going to kill you myself. Unless I absolutely have to. And all of that completely depends on you."
"You just said you wanted me permanently dead," Angel pointed out.
"I wouldn't want that if you didn't have the habit of showing up when everyone already thinks you're dead. Maybe we can come up with a plan," she said.
"Like what?" Angel asked.
"Straighten up, and we can talk about it," Vivian said, eyeing her body.
Taking a deep breath, she straightened into a sitting position, as her back rested on Ares' bed.
"I'm listening. What do you want?"
"My sister has come up with a brilliant plan. She thinks that you're the core reason Ares has become so stagnant. And because of that, it's better you leave permanently."
"It's better I die," Angel interpreted in the way she understood.
