"So Xander's going to Hell, you're going to Purgatory," Hazel said, "Frances and Atticus are staying here... What about me?"
With a simple shrug, Bentley merely glanced over in her direction. "What do you WANT to do?"
The question was quite simple, but it made Hazel frown. This whole time, she had been dragged around like a ragdoll. First, Atticus and Bentley had kidnapped her from Jericho and whisked her off to France simply because she was distantly descended from an angel. Then her ability to manipulate deceased souls was discovered, so Smythe hypocritically dragged her down to Hell. Then once Smythe was arrested and Xander decided to go on his illegal jailbreaking spree, she was pulled back up to Earth. Never once had she been allowed to make her own decision, and what little decisions she had made would have been made for her one way or the other. So now that Bentley was actually asking what she wanted, Hazel was a little stumped.