"Oh," she said, mulling that chunk of information over for a while. Yeah, she was angry, but not at Sam. Her life had never been spectacular. "Well, that's a petty-ass reason to destroy shit. I'm sorry you had to be a part of it. I hope Chuck got what was coming to him for that."

She poured herself more beer, sighed, and looked him in the eye.

"Honestly, Sam? No sense in being angry or upset about something I can't change. You know? I was a Hunter, a researcher, magic practitioner. Now I'm an angel. Sometimes shit just hits the fan. You and your brother were doing what any of us would have done. His pissiness, his anger, his stupidity, is not your fault. He did what he did like a kid with LEGOs in a temper tantrum because some kid took a single block. Still not your fault. It's his. You fight the fight and you always keep fighting."