"You always have a choice, Angel," Cordelia said. She chose to act on her visions and thereby pass them onto her Champion. As difficult as she imagined ignoring the searing pain would be, she could easily carry on with her day and not help the helpless. "It might not be a big choice, but everything is something we choose to do. You choose to fight and be a Champion. Just like you choose to brood as though it's a hobby." She gave him a smile. If he ever stopped brooding, she'd really believe the apocalypse was finally coming.

Cordelia knew that Angel got a bit touchy when people encroached on his territory. She liked that about him, how he was protective over his Champion title even if he absolutely hated it on most days. She was like that with her position as the seer. Despite it bleeding into her desire to be needed, she knew she wouldn't want anyone else to have it. But hearing that he thought he didn't have a choice made her wonder what exactly happens down the line in three years time.