Tara knows, deep in her soul, that she knows this girl, but it takes a long time for her to claw her memories together into something that makes sense. She remembers... strength. The sight of a friend throwing herself from the top of a tower into a portal. A smile covering up so much pain. Someone that stood up to her family for her even when she barely knew her.
"Buffy?" It's said like a surprise, wide eyes confused and lost and then all of a sudden found.
She barely hears Buffy's answer. Cleveland, Ohio, 2024; she'll think on that later. For now, Tara's more concerned with reaching out, fingertips brushing against Buffy's arm and then clinging on like she's an anchor. Is Buffy dead? Is this an afterlife masquerading as Ohio? Or has Tara been brought back? Why? How? Everything is too much, even her thoughts feel like they're scraping the inside of her skull like barbed wire. But Buffy's here.
"I don't know," she finally answers that last question, expression crumpling. "I don't know how I got here-- I know I died. I was gone. I returned to the earth. To magic. But now I'm here, and..." Tara's breath hitches, almost a sob. "Everything feels so wrong. I feel wrong."
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"Buffy?" It's said like a surprise, wide eyes confused and lost and then all of a sudden found.
She barely hears Buffy's answer. Cleveland, Ohio, 2024; she'll think on that later. For now, Tara's more concerned with reaching out, fingertips brushing against Buffy's arm and then clinging on like she's an anchor. Is Buffy dead? Is this an afterlife masquerading as Ohio? Or has Tara been brought back? Why? How? Everything is too much, even her thoughts feel like they're scraping the inside of her skull like barbed wire. But Buffy's here.
"I don't know," she finally answers that last question, expression crumpling. "I don't know how I got here-- I know I died. I was gone. I returned to the earth. To magic. But now I'm here, and..." Tara's breath hitches, almost a sob. "Everything feels so wrong. I feel wrong."