Angel's just really - okay with this? Full stop? No questions asked? Done it for a lot of people, he says. Like ensuring no one goes on a free-for-all killing spree is just a favor, nothing to worry about. He likes Angel well enough - trusts him with that? Well, maybe it's nothing to do with trusting the integrity of the person who'd be doing the deed. It's just trusting that he'd follow through with it.

Christ. How did he get here. How the hell.

Alex breathes in, short and sharp, and nods briskly. Like signing a contract or something. He's gonna die inevitably - he knows this, he's always known it, in the back of his mind. If that thing comes back, there's only one person left to blame for it. At least now if he kicks it, he won't be dragging innocents down with him.

Like Max.

"Yeah," he says finally. "Just - I dunno, I need a contingency. So if you've ever got to, y'know." He draws a finger over his throat and tries to laugh, weakly, but it's the least funny thing he can think of. "Make it...quick, I guess? God, I don't know. I've never done this before."