His Unholiness was after me. If I'd run, it wouldn't change the fact that he'd find me and destroy me if you hadn't been able to contain him. So why not be there with you?

[She might have thought that would rile him up, but he knew better. There was a reason he'd faced Satan with nothing but a tire iron during the Apocalypse that wasn't. And why his weapon of choice this go of it had been a tea cup. He knew he didn't stand a chance. You don't face the devil with a weapon because it might give you false hope that you stood a chance.]

If you want me to drop you back in the street, I can do that.