Don't hang it on me, Rhys. Your head. I can listen, and I can advise, but the call you make - to keep the AI, remove it, or destroy it - will be your call. And having anyone else around is no substitute to making it.

[That's the tough love part. He stops there for a moment, coughing faintly - same old unhappy sound - before he adds:]

Still... the week I've promised Angel runs out tomorrow. We'll find out if I can rejoin you.