[God, Rhys, why do you cry even when you're happy, Beckett is not fit to untangle the subtleties of your emotions right now. He just wants you to know he thinks you can totally do this.

He lets out a sigh.] I could have known. I did know, someplace. But she... [he trails off, unsure. Because in Rhys's place he would've wanted Angel to do exactly the same thing, but he and Rhys are very different people, after all.]

I don't think he quite grasps such things as morality - and that's coming from me, as you know things are dire. He tried to justify his actions. You know how that ended. And if I see him again it will end the same way. It might stick better the second or third time.

[His tone is not nearly as bloodthirsty as this statement might merit. In fact it's rather cold and straightforward, which is its own kind of creepy.]