The disappointment was palpable. She'd hoped that the Angel Beast had kept his own body. She'd wanted to see how far they could go before he realised she wasn't really the Vision Girl. She'd wanted to play.

(And to wound. Because little Cordelia would have been terribly upset to let that Angel hadn't noticed the change until much, much later.)

"You are," she replied, "We all are. We're not who we're supposed to be."