This. This is the aftermath she's been dreading; the effects of Angelus' rampage in Taxon and the scars the he's able to left behind. It's heartbreaking, how broken and battered they all were. Cordelia places her hands on his wrists, willing herself to stop crying so that he can. Angel's right; they both can't lose themselves now. One of them should be rational. One of them should be the other's rock so that they both can stay afloat.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs. "I'm just... but I'm okay now. And I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that you'll be, too."

Cordelia understands that it's going to be a long journey for him, and silently vows that she'll be there for him every step of the way.