Angel Dust

[Lute lies when she has to. She's not precious about it; sometimes it's necessary. Like when you have to keep the truth about how Heaven is safeguarded away from the easily outraged and terminally naive. What she doesn't do is lie without a good reason.

She won't sugarcoat things either. The angel taps her fingers on the table.]

Both. Fuck, that's bad. She must have been strong.

[Finding him like that, and not letting it drag her down along with him.]

I'll tell you if she forgives you. Don't get your hopes up. If she hates your guts over it, I'll tell you that too. You deserve to know, whatever it is.