"Done," Alanna repeats, radiating skepticism. "You are talking about Her an awful lot for someone you don't ever think about."

She places a great deal of emphasis on awful. Alanna had respect for Death, naturally, and they got on well enough, but she hates hearing Raph talk this way with that look in his eyes. Again.

Sighing, she shoves her bottle at him and snaps her fingers in front of his face.

"I understand, Raph. I do. I just think you ain't even talking about a lot with Abigail that you probably should. And I think she'd agree."

You know. Once she got over being mad at Alanna for interfering.

"You can make it right, but first you're going to have to decide what's most important to you now and what's not."