Paige would be a good mediator. Chris, after all, tended to have a chip on his shoulder the size of Texas. And he had angel issues, no matter what universe they were in.

"I didn't intend for it to go that way, Paige. How was I supposed to know these guys really, really, aren't pacifists! And they're just sitting there, letting mortals try and fix things." Chris gave a sigh and his shoulders slumped. " I guess it doesn't really matter. I mean, we're not there. They're not there."