[She patiently waits until he is ready for memory number two - she finds it a little odd to be happy about memories where you're repeatedly stabbed and shot, but who's she to judge? Maybe angels are just weird.]

... A warehouse this time. You're holding a jar of blood. You... have a brother.

He asks what the problem is... and it's that the man you saved from Hell is on the way. Your brother asks how he knows... you reply there's a traitor. Your brother... is a terrible liar. You know it's him. But you lie, and say you don't know. You'll find the human on your own.

You're upset... I can't blame you. You say your friends and family abandoned you... Your brother says you still have him.

You...

[She hesitates here, clearly uncomfortable. Maybe there's better context to this, but as someone who has a brother she loves so very dearly - and as someone who almost killed someone - this next part makes her shake.]

You're behind him. You stab him... you say you'll always have him. He turns to light... and then... and then he's gone.