Angel nodded again. So he wasn't the only one who has committed the irreversable crime of murder for a cause. "I see," he said, a haunting emptiness showing in his different-colored eyes. Simple greed and thirst brought her to murder...but was he not the same? "I wish I could help you overcome that, but...I guess you're right. What's done is done. You can't change the past...nor can you dwell on it forever. Look towards the future and see what it holds for you."
Menson arrived with their drinks. Angel smiled at him, but his eyes still retained that haunting emptiness. He reached into his coat, pulled out a few silver coins, thanked him, and handed them to him. As he did this, a voice inside his head said, Angel, you damn hypocrite! What were you thinking, saying that? You're one to talk, knowing that every week you drown yourself in the loss of your loved one! You don't even know if she's alive or not!
Shut up, mind, Angel thought, taking a sip from his ale.