That got a loud and rather raucous laugh come from the Klingon as he held onto her more than he would likely admit. Looking weak in front of the angel would not be an honourable thing at all. The Bloodwine helping him to dive into a pit of grief but not helping his legs move.

"Mortals? You are...immortal?"

Worf wasn't really in the right state of mind to ask such complicated things since he was trashed. He just hoped no one else saw him being assisted back to his apartment by an angel. A woman angel at that. Yet, she reminded Worf of a Klingon woman with her strength and will. Yet, why did his wife have to die? Why?

"I still miss her---I will avenge her death!"

He growled viciously and then sighed. It was no point in getting angry now. It was over.