You decide it's best to ignore him entirely. Unfortunately, you begin to see him everywhere. You try to always ignore him, but occasionally you will talk back. Your foster parents and teachers start to worry about you. They send you to a psychiatrist and he diagnoses you as having a post-traumatic reaction to the recent deaths in your family.
He goes on to say that he doesn't believe you can live in an uncontrolled environment without further loosing your grasp on reality. The state begrudgingly puts you in a mental facility where you live out the rest of your days happily because of your many medications that prevent your psychotic delusions of the angel.