"It's Angel's." The words are out of his mouth before he can think, which is a good thing since that means he doesn't have a chance to choke up and trip over her name. Seeing the thing in Maya's hand, seeing the look on Maya's face as she holds it up and demands an explanation, makes him want to vomit. He hates the control collar. He hates it for what it did to Angel her whole life, and he hates it for what it did to Lilith. When Angel had showed up wearing it, here, in this safe and soft place, he'd wanted to break it - to crush it, to smash it, to rip it into the tiniest of pieces that couldn't possibly be put together again. But Angel had begged, and insisted, that he leave it be, and he could never say no to her, could never deny her anything she asked. He'd left the collar alone, and when she had disappeared, had continued to leave it alone.

"She found it after she--" His brain catches up to him there, and he cuts himself off abruptly, jerking his gaze away from the hated object in Maya's hand and dropping it to the floor. Punk Face stretches up to paw at his knees when he lays eyes on the little Eevee, and that grounds him a bit. "--After my guts melted."