The two greatest consequences of his actions contrast greatly against one another. (Yes, his actions, for while Angel may normally stress the differences between himself and Angelus, it's a difficult thing to do right after the fact and he's barely into moving past and dealing with these latest events; without those hundred years learning to live with infinite remorse.) First, there's Dawn, who suffered the worst at his hand in an attempt to hurt not only the girl herself, but her sister, Harris, and everyone who had even the slightest of connections to her. And then there was Drusilla, whose wailing over the tablet had driven him to put a hole through the wall out of anger with himself. Drusilla was everything she was now because of him-- a vampire, a madwoman, a broken person in all the ways someone could be broken, and now, a woman without a home. Angelus had lured her out of the castle and she couldn't go back, Angel knew that. And Dawn... Oh, Dawn. He'd hurt her; bad. So very bad. Because he could.

He wants to say something-- Apologize? Invite her to stake him? He doesn't know. --but the moment he opens his mouth, his stomach churns and he finds himself switching off the tablet so that the only sounds that are heard are the dull thunk of it hitting the floor and the sound (accompanied by an odd-angled visual) of the fleeting footsteps of a vampire who's about to lose his lunch before the thing clicks off all the way.