"Neil?" Tara takes a breath, and absurdly she remembers that he was an angel; that he'd had wings, that he'd played with Thomas with the feathers, and she thinks about that, somehow, to try and make this better.

That somewhere, angels existed.

While Tara wasn't religious, she just sort of asks, out of the blue. "Do you think angels are really real? Like- like where home is, if there're angels there?"

She's alarmingly pale, but her question is insistant, her brows furrowed together.