"No, I wasn't." Angelo smiled, but his heart ached in pity for Evil. He was right, nothing much ever changed for him, he was still trapped with a madman who he needed to live. The was no asylum that could ever come. He had still lost his children in the most sadistic manner. The thought of it made Angelo's blood boil.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure what to talk about." He was honest. He didn't want to talk about Death, he couldn't talk about children, that didn't seam fair. What was there? His garden? Evil had already seen it...

"D-do you like the look of the garden now? There are some new editions."