People need to let down their barriers every once in a while. By allowing strangers in, we can find new ways to be ourselves. But an uncooperative, close-minded artist such as yourself surely couldn't understand that.

[Joshua shrugs.] I was hoping you'd yield something to me, but it appears not. Still, if I had to guess, getting rid of me had always been part of the Angel's equation. Give the person who wants to kill me the most the means to do it and set him loose, it can only add up to my destruction.

Which makes me wonder why this Angel wanted my death almost as much as you want it... Backup... [He's thinking about it carefully, sort of losing himself in thought.]