[ okay, he'll try not to shout at her even if he's all frazzled because she must be feeling even worse. He clenches his fists, but he lets them drop to his sides, staring at her face. Searching for some sign of... something. Weakness? Uncertainty? Even he isn't sure. ]

Your choice? Angel, you can't just choose to die. That's like... it's like you're killing yourself. You gotta fight, man.

[ maybe she's a bigger person than he is, he doesn't know. if he was in her position, he'd be fighting, even if it put the rest of them in danger. ]