Blood is thicker than dust...
Angelus. They some how let Angelus loose again. Why couldn't my theory about them all being stoned be correct? My blood was boiling as I replayed the conversation with my dad in my mind. He was toying with me. The look on his face, that sense of pride, it was all a game. Just like the last time he was out and he was trying to draw me to the cage. Damn it. I actually liked him for the few minutes we talked. What does that say about me?
I didn't have time to think about it because Gunn, Fred and I needed to find Wesley before my soul impaired father did. You'd think, with all the shit they had managed to do, like save the world countless times, someone could figure out how to super glue the soul to Angel once and for all. How the hell did it get free this time? The way I understood it, there was a happiness clause, and the only way for Dad to lose it was if he had a moment of perfect happiness. That settled it. When this was over? I was devoting all my spare time to making his life miserable. It was for his own good.
"How did he lose the soul?" I asked, as we turned a corner and walked down a hall. I didn't think he was looking for us. If Angelus had wanted to hurt me, he'd have grabbed me before anyone knew I was there. Made me wonder what the hell was wrong with him. He had me right there. Did he really think I wasn't a threat to him? I'd show him. This time I was kicking his ass.
It was different from the last time. I finally understood why Faith had drop kicked me into a dumpster back when I wanted to just dust him. Angel was different with his soul. We all wanted him back. The thing is, with or without a soul, he was still my dad. My responsibility. Angel would want me to protect everyone else at any cost. Even if it meant taking him out. Once upon a time, that wouldn't have been a problem. Now I wasn't so sure. He slashed my throat to save me. Could I do the same in his place?
Man, I really didn't want to find out.
(open to Fred and Gunn)
I didn't have time to think about it because Gunn, Fred and I needed to find Wesley before my soul impaired father did. You'd think, with all the shit they had managed to do, like save the world countless times, someone could figure out how to super glue the soul to Angel once and for all. How the hell did it get free this time? The way I understood it, there was a happiness clause, and the only way for Dad to lose it was if he had a moment of perfect happiness. That settled it. When this was over? I was devoting all my spare time to making his life miserable. It was for his own good.
"How did he lose the soul?" I asked, as we turned a corner and walked down a hall. I didn't think he was looking for us. If Angelus had wanted to hurt me, he'd have grabbed me before anyone knew I was there. Made me wonder what the hell was wrong with him. He had me right there. Did he really think I wasn't a threat to him? I'd show him. This time I was kicking his ass.
It was different from the last time. I finally understood why Faith had drop kicked me into a dumpster back when I wanted to just dust him. Angel was different with his soul. We all wanted him back. The thing is, with or without a soul, he was still my dad. My responsibility. Angel would want me to protect everyone else at any cost. Even if it meant taking him out. Once upon a time, that wouldn't have been a problem. Now I wasn't so sure. He slashed my throat to save me. Could I do the same in his place?
Man, I really didn't want to find out.
(open to Fred and Gunn)