If angels do exist back home, they're remarkably unhelpful and standoffish. They certainly haven't been around to try to stop the end of everything, maybe they don't care. As he'd never seen any evidence himself, Simon couldn't say one way or the other with certainty. He could confirm the demons, as that's all they've seen. Far, far too much of. The blessing probably worked because regardless of where he was, the angel still had his own power independent of the individual universe.

Losing the firm grasp of his unreadable nature Simon did let out a quiet little sigh, something a bit long suffering and defeated. He knew Alex was going to try to tackle that problem, which meant he'd have to help tackle that problem. Granted, it wasn't like he had anything better to do but offering to help Richard of all people...

He balled a hand into a fist to lean his cheek on, looking dreadfully tired all of the sudden. "...I can teach him." He doesn't exactly want to, but Simon would do anything for Alex. He's not sure she realizes that.