[You sat on your bed, looking tired at the ground. Cesar, now an Archangel after having died, stood behind you with a smug grin. He grabbed you softly by the shoulders, giving you a slight shake.] "Hey pal! Come on, you literally have an Angel in your room, your damn friend! Anímate, amigo!" [He cackles before leaning over your shoulder, trying to see what you are doing.] "What's on your mind? Is it Mark? Mark is doing good.. probably. Didn't really see him, since I died a bit early."