Angel: Okay, Iguana, you wanted my tragic backstory? Fine. But if you cry, I charge by the tear.
Igastus: I didn't ask.
Angel: Your face did.
Angel: Before Hell, I was Anthony. Big family, bigger expectations. We smiled for the right people, lied to the wrong ones, and called it love.
Igastus: And you were good at it.
Angel: Honey, I was spectacular.
Angel: Then I died. Woke up down here with a new body, a new name, and a contract dressed up like an opportunity.
Angel: By the time I read the fine print, the fine print owned me.
Igastus: Valentino.
Angel: ...Yeah.
Angel: Angel Dust! Gorgeous, filthy, indestructible. Ta-da!
Igastus: That was three voices.
Angel: Four, if you count the one I use when I'm pretending this is funny.
Angel: People don't hurt the version of you they think they own. So I made myself easy to sell.
Igastus: That's not the same as being safe.
Angel: No. But it kept the room from getting quiet.
Igastus: I copied people until I forgot which face was mine. My body still gives me away whenever I lie.
Angel: Yeah. I get it.
Angel: Sometimes I think if I stop performing, there won't be anything left.
Igastus: I know some ways to break a contract like that.
Angel: You know how to break it?
Igastus: There is a way, but it needs a new contract.
Igastus: You sign with me, under a stronger law than Valentino's claim. He loses his hold.
Angel: And your price?
Igastus: One favor. No ownership. No body, soul, or name.
Angel: Put Angel Dust on it.
Igastus: The name you chose?
Angel: The one I'm keeping.
Angel: I don't feel him.
Igastus: Then it worked.
Angel: I just got free and I'm already in debt.
Igastus: You signed the fine print this time.