He flinches when she uses that name. What remains of Robert Svane was used to protect Waverly, and had loved the descendant of the man that cursed him. The rest of him had been burned away through the literal fires of Hell to leave the man that stood before her. Well, demon.

He drags his hand slowly down his beard, caught in the same place Wynonna is. The stomach turning moment of fighting not to show pain and emotions in front of the enemy.

Turning away as she goes on, telling him about Willa's last moments. Moments he, as best he can tell, was laying in the snow, blasted and abandoned by his swan, and yet he is here instead. He's here and she died. She died and Wynonna is going on and he pauses, gripping his head in both hands, head bowing as he tries to control the pain and the rage.

Muttering softly words that may have been about his angel, shaking his head like a wounded animal.

He turns suddenly, crowding in against Wynonna if she doesn't flinch away.

"You swear it was different?!" Demanding answers, needing to know that as dark and twisted as Willa might be, and he loves her for it, that she won't end up going through all he has. "You used Peacemaker, and you really believe she isn't going to spend eternity tormented with the rest of us?"