Angel ducks his head. Digging. Speaking to the ground and his shovel, instead of directly to Eddie.

"Five years ago, I woke up in a shallow ditch, too shallow to properly call a grave. With no memories. Like this--not breathing, not eating or drinking. I don't need to sleep, but sometimes I do it to pass the time. Comes with nightmares, though. I'm a corpse. A dead body that can't rest in peace."