How could one be perfectly flawed? It looked like every choice he made was a bad one and everything he did only lead him closer to that Hell that Gabriel's brother supposedly ruled. He couldn't recall doing things he wanted to do, didn't even know what he wanted, so how can that be considered living?

Realizing he was getting dragged back to the thoughts he wanted to escape, Lindsey shook his head and closed his pizza box. "I'm good," he said although he couldn't tell if it was his lost of appetite or if he really was full, more likely a mixture of the two.

"And I wouldn't know. Like I said... I haven't watched anything in some time. But... if you can... rewind it? Maybe we'll watch it properly this time."