Guilt, sadness...heavy drinking. From thepowerplayers
The phone call from Faith had been most distressing. I couldn't fathom how I had been such an idiot, a moron, a birk. There weren't enough bad adjectives to describe me. I had been irrational and had let Xander's mindset influence my intelligence and my coherent reasoning. I had let Buffy and Faith going and Dawn's breaking free from Andrew's pleas for her not to go...inf...influence me.
The phone call from Faith came not long after I had sent Melissa and Xander, not...not that I could curtail them to Los Angeles to make sure that any girls living were brought here. I didn't expect them to have success at getting Buffy and Faith to return, but certainly one slayer was alive, and her whereabouts and identity were unknown. Dawn was also still there and I would hope that Buffy and Faith would return to honor the dead.
Faith's call had told me point blank that twenty-seven slayers along with Willow, which I already knew and Robin, were dead. Coldly, she asked me to send a chopper with body bags in for the clean up, which was crass, but obviously, Faith blamed me. Buffy likely blamed me, and she was already perturbed with me, anyway, so I could understand the cold...the distance in Faith's voice when she spoke to me.
The chopper would acquire the dead girls and bring them here for burials which I would have to oversee. Melissa, Buffy and Faith and one other slayer were all that remained of the Council and tonight, we would bury Chola, killed in Hong Kong while on a mission with Melissa.
I decided to drink a little, and that little turned into a lot, as I waited for a phone call from Melissa and Xander telling me that they found who the last slayer was. It occurred to me that I hadn't even told Xander to look for one slayer still alive. I had been so preoccupied that I hadn't. I called him, poured down more scotch, tipped my head back and when he didn't answer, I realized that on the plane, he wouldn't.
GREAT!
The Council had been shredded, and girls that I had grown quite fond of were now dead. I didn't know how to proceed. One drink at a time, I fathomed and poured another drink, after stumbling over to the sette in my office.
I saw a light from the window, and realized that it was the chopper that I had sent to Heatthrow to collect Andrew and Chola's body. The noise of the chopper confirmed that and I watched from the window as the pilot helped Andrew carry the body to the front door.
I brought my full drink with me and slumbered out to meet them, where I told the pilot to return the chopper to the base, which wasn't far from the estate, and that he now had the night off.
I looked Andrew in the eyes. Why did it have to be him here with me at a moment like this? I supposed it was for the best, actually...he wasn't exactly one to act normal on most occassions, or at least not in the past. He was the perfect witness for my drunken nervous breakdown.
I poured the drink down, and it didn't even burn anymore, as I sat down, and unzipped the bag to see Chola's pretty face, and the bitemarks on her neck. Andrew didn't even know the truth yet.
I carried Chola's body into my office, as Andrew followed. I poured another drink in front of him. I pointed the glass at him. "Here's to three fools. Myself, you and Xander. A drink to tragic stupidity..."
I pointed the glass at him and tipped it back after making eye contact with him.
[Andrew]
The phone call from Faith came not long after I had sent Melissa and Xander, not...not that I could curtail them to Los Angeles to make sure that any girls living were brought here. I didn't expect them to have success at getting Buffy and Faith to return, but certainly one slayer was alive, and her whereabouts and identity were unknown. Dawn was also still there and I would hope that Buffy and Faith would return to honor the dead.
Faith's call had told me point blank that twenty-seven slayers along with Willow, which I already knew and Robin, were dead. Coldly, she asked me to send a chopper with body bags in for the clean up, which was crass, but obviously, Faith blamed me. Buffy likely blamed me, and she was already perturbed with me, anyway, so I could understand the cold...the distance in Faith's voice when she spoke to me.
The chopper would acquire the dead girls and bring them here for burials which I would have to oversee. Melissa, Buffy and Faith and one other slayer were all that remained of the Council and tonight, we would bury Chola, killed in Hong Kong while on a mission with Melissa.
I decided to drink a little, and that little turned into a lot, as I waited for a phone call from Melissa and Xander telling me that they found who the last slayer was. It occurred to me that I hadn't even told Xander to look for one slayer still alive. I had been so preoccupied that I hadn't. I called him, poured down more scotch, tipped my head back and when he didn't answer, I realized that on the plane, he wouldn't.
GREAT!
The Council had been shredded, and girls that I had grown quite fond of were now dead. I didn't know how to proceed. One drink at a time, I fathomed and poured another drink, after stumbling over to the sette in my office.
I saw a light from the window, and realized that it was the chopper that I had sent to Heatthrow to collect Andrew and Chola's body. The noise of the chopper confirmed that and I watched from the window as the pilot helped Andrew carry the body to the front door.
I brought my full drink with me and slumbered out to meet them, where I told the pilot to return the chopper to the base, which wasn't far from the estate, and that he now had the night off.
I looked Andrew in the eyes. Why did it have to be him here with me at a moment like this? I supposed it was for the best, actually...he wasn't exactly one to act normal on most occassions, or at least not in the past. He was the perfect witness for my drunken nervous breakdown.
I poured the drink down, and it didn't even burn anymore, as I sat down, and unzipped the bag to see Chola's pretty face, and the bitemarks on her neck. Andrew didn't even know the truth yet.
I carried Chola's body into my office, as Andrew followed. I poured another drink in front of him. I pointed the glass at him. "Here's to three fools. Myself, you and Xander. A drink to tragic stupidity..."
I pointed the glass at him and tipped it back after making eye contact with him.
[Andrew]