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( 03 ) video ✵ i got six friends and they all know your name

So, look, I get everybody's all jazzed about that list or whatever, and people wanna do the mourning thing. All good, have at it.

What I'm wondering though, is what we got working to find out who helped the dead dude get that way. Still pretty new around here so I don't know what you got rigged up already, but where I'm from something like this happens we mount up before there's a dead guy number two.

[ so that was... kind of a job application. if you tilt your head and squint. and to seal the deal. ]

Wouldn't mind helping out.

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Take it or leave it, don't really care.

I am not your parole board; I'm not standing in judgment over you, and you're not making your case to me. I'm commenting because that is my perception. Does all of that not seem to you to be simply excuses? Were you truly ever going back?

[ there's a long enough gap between her replies it almost feels like a hang up call. then she locks the feed (or: attempts to) and inhales deeply. ]

You want me to lie and say I was chomping at the bit to go back, not gonna do it. Takes a special kind of crazy to get into no freedom and crap food, and I'm not real good with being locked up anyway.

They don't make jails for Slayers, you know? I was there three years, and I could've walked right out whenever I felt like it. Didn't, but I could've.

[ she takes a long drag off her cigarette and then taps her fingernails against her belt buckle, the sound loud in her suddenly very, very quiet room. ]

I turned myself in because that was how I needed to pay for all the shit I did back then. Me and the free life needed a little break. [ until she knew what the hell to do with freedom again. ] I can handle it, now and like it or not, not like they're just growing Slayers on trees.

...Jail isn't for...self-improvement. Even if you are a - "Slayer." Even if you have the power to escape. It's for paying a debt. And you're not the one who decides that debt.

Yeah, and neither are you.

But I am a representative of those who do.

Can you fight off a demon? If somebody getting attacked by something eight feet tall with fucked up teeth and claws, can you get it gone before people die?

[He's quiet a moment.]

I can slow it down. Perhaps buy them time to escape. But how is my strength or lack thereof relevant in a conversation about moral force?

You can die, is what you can do.

Look, I deserve a whole lot for the stuff I've done. Trust me, you're not educating me there. But truth is back in my world, staying locked up's selfish if I can handle myself on the outside again. [ she'll deny ever saying any of this if pressed, and possibly beat someone up. these are angel truths. ] Probably would've been better if somebody else got Called, but they didn't. Now everybody who died because I couldn't handle my shit is on my hands, too.

So, don't give me shit, all right? It's not as simple as you keep trying to act like.

Yes, I would die, but that would slow it down, as you must admit. And so I would stand against it, and so perhaps preserve those lives which you would think would be on your hands. Others, too, would stand against such a thing. It's -

[He clenches his teeth and finally shoves all that aside to cut to the heart of the issue.]

What if you did it again?

Dying doesn't take that long. [ a little flat, there. ] And yeah, others like me.

[ a sigh. ]

If I fall off the wagon again and they can't drag me back, Wes puts a bullet in my brain. Done deal. [ and that's why she trusts him so much what are her close relationships. ] I'm not gonna be that person again, all right?

It takes long enough. [Stubbornness in return.] I would last as long as I could, and fall as best I could to block its way. But that's neither here nor there, for - Is Wesley not the one here? The one who clearly cares about you?

Really doesn't. Once they rip your head off, you fall pretty fast. [ N O P E.gif ] And whoa there, we're not-- he's just somebody I trust, like I said. He's got my back.

I've held my own before without any loss of my head. And forgive me for saying this, Ms. Faith, but that fellow is not precisely eager to murder you. I doubt he'd be able to.

...no, dude. Rip. Like remove completely and toss the bodyparts aside. What part of really goddamn strong passed you up? [ she sounds more exasperated than angry. ] And I didn't say he was eager, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't look me in the eye and pull the trigger and sleep easy about doing it. Me and Wes, we get it. He's practical like that.

[A bit impatiently:]

I understood what you meant. [For once.] I'm saying that I've gone up against creatures of considerable strength and my head is still attached. And I rather doubt that friends can simply slaughter each other and then "sleep easy."

Dude. I'm gonna try and spell this out, so try and listen, yeah? I've fought things that can put one hand on your arm and yank and a second later, your body's in two freaking parts. If I wanted to, I could snap your neck easy as breathing. You don't get what I meant, not really. [ she exhales noisily. ] First of all, me and Wes aren't friends. He's-- [ whatever not like wes can see this. ] He's my Watcher. Whole different thing, right there.

...and I didn't say slaughter, Jesus Christ. I said if I snap and can't get back out, he'll do the mercy kill for me without missing a beat. That's a favor, genius.

And what, then? Your body is made of some untearable material? Perhaps you are stronger than I am, but that doesn't mean your flesh is made of iron.

I'm a Slayer, dumbass. I'm faster, I'm stronger, and when I get hurt I heal quicker. What, did you think I just decided to kill demons for shits and giggles? I got picked, I didn't sign up for this gig.

Yes, but does it make your flesh more durable?

It means I stand a decent chance of dodging and getting in a few hits of my own. Seriously, what the hell is your issue with grasping the basics here? It's like talking to a freaking wall.

I'm simply attempting to be factual. I'll accept your assertion of superior dodging skills, though I rather doubt that even you could stand up to something that could rip one limb from limb in seconds.

Done it a million times, keep doing it until the day I don't move my ass fast enough and Buffy gets a new girl to play her second fiddle.

[ she means die. ]

Buffy being...?

Slayer Prime.

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