Rory: I am so sorry, Drake... *touches your arm* I promise you everything will be okay. Once this terrible war is over I promise everything will be the way it used to be.
Rory: Drake, that will not happen. With you in the Angel's Army, you get to stay here, if you want, and, also if you want, become one of us.
Rory: I understand, Drake. We still have all war, so you might change your mind then. *kisses your cheek and flies up into the clouds*
(Boo.) -Gasps at the conversation and clenched fist.- I wish I didn't have to do that, it's so, so... -Shouts in frustration-