[His eyes widen as she explains her reason for the late-night message, and he sits up abruptly, eliciting a pair of protesting, sleepy grumbles from Murder Chicken and Torch Dragon, who habitually spend their nights curled up on either side of their trainer. Once sitting upright, he holds the device in his lap and hunches over it, brows furrowed, frowning deeply.]

He made you murder the unworthy and betray your friends! He locked you in a slag cage until you begged for death! He had your whole life to stop the murdertrain but he only cares about you now because we derailed it!

[How's that for a pep-talk, Angel?]