"Look. I'm not saying you have to go fight. But don't look down on the ones actually doing the fighting because they haven't completely won the battle. They're doing the best they can. You want your vacation in someone else's world, go -- take it. It's what you've been fighting for all along, isn't it?"

She rolled down the sleeve of her jacket. Cordelia had had worse things done than getting shot, but she was done trying to be his force of guidance. He was acting like a dick, and she was right -- it was his choice. She would deal with him when he had less of a stick up his ass. She smoothed the material down and started to walk away. "Have a nice life, Dean. Hope it works out for you."