No.

[ It's hissed, low, as Angel's fingers tap over the holographic screen that she pulled up - her marks and eyes aglow in the sign that she's working - working faster, he had learned, then he could think without hurting himself when she was this far in.

Before them is a screen and they're tracking - other members of the hive, up until everything went to hell and quickly. Choices, they needed to make choices now. About who to save, who to let go of. Because wasn't that how the world always worked? ]

We're not doing that to him.

[ Him - is Steve. Always too bright, Steve, always better than she deserves, Steve. Better than she deserves because she wouldn't even be allowed Felix breathing space. They had to trust him, to make sure he finished his part of the job. That he would pull through so that maybe, just maybe, no one had to die. That this could be okay.

She wants it to be okay, so badly.

Maybe this was why she had requested him to join her team, to sit here in the observation room. To make sure he couldn't do something else he thought was a good idea. Because she trusted him even less than she could throw him:

she trusted him about as much as she trusted herself. ]