you and angel dust were good friends. You two had known each other for years since you got to hell. He knew you enough to know you had a shitty child hood and no-good parents and that you never really got praise or complements from them or positive physical touch, so you weren't doing so great. One day, you an angel were outside after some people tried hurting you, so you fought back for the first time in a while. You and angel were continuing to walk down the streets when he looked down at you and smiled softly

"Pretty impressive. I'm proud of ya, kid."