[There's a voice in the back of her head, the same one that had played such a prominent role in her earlier life, that tells her to listen to him. He makes a good point — Jack is the only soul she knows in this world. His constant grip on her kept her from experiencing the real world. When it came down to it, Angel knows she lacks the bare knowledge to survive on her own in the real world.]
[Angel very nearly opens her mouth to say just that, when a faint rustling draws her attention away. The small sheep that Angel had woken up to was now pawing frantically at the backpack Angel had been gifted. The occasional baa comes from the Mareep, stopping only once Angel reaches into the bag.]
[It's there that she finds the P3000, left to her from some anonymous benefactor and forgotten until then. She isn't sure how the currency breaks down, but surely whoever brought her here wouldn't leave her entirely high and dry.]
I have money. And food. I don't need you. [The Mareep baas, sounding almost approving, perhaps even encouragingly.]
I don't need the man who couldn't think of me as his daughter until there was nothing else left for me to give. I am going to say it one more time, Jack. Stay away from me.
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[Angel very nearly opens her mouth to say just that, when a faint rustling draws her attention away. The small sheep that Angel had woken up to was now pawing frantically at the backpack Angel had been gifted. The occasional baa comes from the Mareep, stopping only once Angel reaches into the bag.]
[It's there that she finds the P3000, left to her from some anonymous benefactor and forgotten until then. She isn't sure how the currency breaks down, but surely whoever brought her here wouldn't leave her entirely high and dry.]
I have money. And food. I don't need you. [The Mareep baas, sounding almost approving, perhaps even encouragingly.]
I don't need the man who couldn't think of me as his daughter until there was nothing else left for me to give. I am going to say it one more time, Jack. Stay away from me.