He had become intimately versed in the warrior's mask, plastered on before the girl and recognized both were the same person. An armor to protect all her human flaws. Spike didn't struggle with parsing through the thin differences. Sometimes, she took some getting through to is all. She was stubborn — that was a strength, not a weakness. It weeded out all the people that didn't have it in their bones to persevere against all odds. Speaking plainly, that was most humans because of their fragile sensibilities. Not all but most.
'Trying to keep it together while wondering if everyone back in Sunnydale is holding up without us' earned her a pointed look, somewhere between unimpressed and have you lost your bloody mind?
"A dragon. A horde of demons. Gunn bleeding to death. Angel being pompous with that stupid haircut. Illyria ripping spleens out with her bare hands. Fred, but not Fred. It's a long story. What's all this about Sunnydale? You know as well as I do that the only people waiting for you in Sunnydale are burned up ashes."
He hesitated, after the words cascaded like a waterfall. What if she didn't know? Tara was here and the good witch had been dead previously, up in smoke, so to speak. That made for a wonky timeline.
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He had become intimately versed in the warrior's mask, plastered on before the girl and recognized both were the same person. An armor to protect all her human flaws. Spike didn't struggle with parsing through the thin differences. Sometimes, she took some getting through to is all. She was stubborn — that was a strength, not a weakness. It weeded out all the people that didn't have it in their bones to persevere against all odds. Speaking plainly, that was most humans because of their fragile sensibilities. Not all but most.
'Trying to keep it together while wondering if everyone back in Sunnydale is holding up without us' earned her a pointed look, somewhere between unimpressed and have you lost your bloody mind?
"A dragon. A horde of demons. Gunn bleeding to death. Angel being pompous with that stupid haircut. Illyria ripping spleens out with her bare hands. Fred, but not Fred. It's a long story. What's all this about Sunnydale? You know as well as I do that the only people waiting for you in Sunnydale are burned up ashes."
He hesitated, after the words cascaded like a waterfall. What if she didn't know? Tara was here and the good witch had been dead previously, up in smoke, so to speak. That made for a wonky timeline.
"Unless you don't."