"Is there any extra stuff you could potentially teach me that might be useful?"

"Unfortunately, my knowledge of the outside world is extremely out of date, and unlikely to be of much use to you."

"Well, knowledge of the outside world isn't just what you could potentially get me. If you have, say, knowledge of a skill like, I don't know, unarmed combat - that could be very useful."

"Unfortunately, I only know how to instruct in the things I instantiate."

"Okay, but do you know other things?"

"I'm not certain what exactly you're looking for, here."

"I'm not quite sure, either, I'm just. Trying to get as much in my corner as I can before I go into a place where I'll be fighting for my life."

"If I had skills to offer you that I thought would be useful, I would offer them."

Nod. "Fair enough. Sorry, just - making sure. Well. I guess then I'm ready to go."

"Good luck."

The angel manifests the rest of Blair's gear. The spear gleams malevolently.

"All you need to do is hold all the items you're taking with you, and then desire to leave."

Blair nods, and then grabs hold of all of the items.

"Thanks. I'll make good use of these."

And then he desires to leave.

The angel and the white space vanish, leaving him in a spartan apartment.