[ As she spells it out, Angel's eyes lower, listening, taking it in as an idea. It's -- a lot. It's all of her.

Which is the first time in her life is something she can give willingly. ]

I hope you understand, after what we just talked about, I can't do that. I want to help you, and I will pass anything along that you give me, show you better ways of doing it. But I... just became me again, and I don't... want to give that up just yet. Like you said.

[ Not for anyone, not for nothing, never again. ]

I never want to be anyone's subject, [ there is a cadence, there, that comes with meaning, subject and servant, she has been both. She has been ripped apart, and she has served. ] not ever again. Or at least... not for awhile.