Lev pauses, considers this, then nods; they look pleased—and internally, they're a little relieved that Angel's being firm about something.

"Nu, very well," they say, "the death was not thine, but this life is. And without thy predecessor's death, thou would'st not be. And since thou art, the way thou came to exist is thy business, and like, it is not the place of b'ney Adam to end thee." They frown, and drum their fingers on the table, suddenly irritated by their own choice of words. "Feh. If I can use such terms. If b'ney Adam is at all universal. So many things have been revealed to me as specific, not least mine own universe itself." They look at Angel, a little helplessly. "Thou'rt one of the more familiar types I've met here."