She has no business being hurt when he says it so bluntly. You're dead. Just... dead. Nothing else. Just dead. Like he doesn't care, and -

- He's right to not care. What is she to him? Nothing. Worse than nothing. He doesn't refute her in anything she says, and she deserves it. Roland's voice clear as a bell. We told you to never talk to us again. That way when she desperately reached out to the Vault Hunters after betraying them yet again.

We're not friends anymore, are we?

"Yeah. Exactly. I am... I hope you're not. Dead, that is. You're Mordecai, after all, I can't imagine what it would take you down."

( You weren't ever their friend, Angel, get a grip. This is pathetic. Didn't I say it? You'll only ever have me. )