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Red and Watcherboy have been busy gettin' things ready for the curse. The rest of 'em are over at the Buffy's house helpin' set stuff up. I'm nervous, o' course; it's a huge step, and somewhat awe inspirin', and I didn't want 'em all standin' around watchin' when it happened. So I stayed at the crypt, hangin' out with the tiger--very soothin', I must say. Buffy came to be with me a while ago. Good havin' her here, though I'm a mite too keyed up to talk about the future babies just now.
*Gasps as a force hits him, jolting through his entire body, and his eyes glow. Doubles over in pain, and stumbles across the room as horrifying memories flood through him.*
Oh God, what've I done? No, Buffy, stay away, can't let you bloody see.
*Stares at the tiger's glowing eyes in fascination.* We're alike you and me, killers down to the bone, eh?
*Mutters.*
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?*
*"The Tyger" by William Blake
*Gasps as a force hits him, jolting through his entire body, and his eyes glow. Doubles over in pain, and stumbles across the room as horrifying memories flood through him.*
Oh God, what've I done? No, Buffy, stay away, can't let you bloody see.
*Stares at the tiger's glowing eyes in fascination.* We're alike you and me, killers down to the bone, eh?
*Mutters.*
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?*
*"The Tyger" by William Blake