August: ...I know...
"...you left me. Again..."
August: ...To protect everyone...I didn't want to leave you-but they wouldn't have stopped coming....
"...Leave."
August: ...
He turns around and slowly walks back to the hearse
"Don't think about coming back."
He bites his lip. The angel opens the door and steps out again, looking incredibly shaken, face white like he'd just seen a ghost.
???: ...change of plans. August Thatcher will stay in hell...
"No.."
???: ...It's not your decision to make. Or mine, for that matter...
"...."
