Bel sat on top of the roof, looking over the snow-covered landscape. The skies had cleared and the stars were out. Orion climbed the southern skies, the moon and Saturn hung in the east, while Mars burned red in the west, beneath the Pleiades. He never saw the stars in the Underworld, but they had intrigued him during the times he'd spent above ground, so he'd learned quite a bit about them.
And, yes, of course, he was brooding.
He and Phoebe were
together, but not together. She wanted him to
chose between her and Angelus -- between love and loyalty. He'd already chosen love over loyalty once. He'd been told to find and kill the Charmed Ones, and he had disobeyed. With Angelus it was a promise he made to a friend. It was more personal.
Then Cam had started asking him about
family. And Isabel questioned him about
his childhood and the Source. The conversations had just further unsettled him.
Why hadn't they tried to kill him like they'd tried with Darla and Dru?
Because he had a soul, like Cam had said? Because they thought there was a chance he could
chose to do the right thing? He didn't even know what the right thing was anymore. Everything used to be so much simplier before he came here.