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I don't know what is wrong with me. I should be more upset, Kennedy died and I am not more upset. Don't get me wrong, not having to think about it might have something to do with it, but I think there is more to it than that. The long and short of it is I never really loved her. Yes, it felt nice to have someone care, and someone there to ground me when I was flying away emotionally, but thats all she really was, if that makes any sense what so ever.
I know that this really isn't the issue right now, right now the issue is getting the slayers back to LA and getting them ready to fight whatever may come next, but I can't help having this nagging in my head about how horrible I am because I am not a useless mass sobbing in a corner because Kennedy died. It will have to be something I talk to someone about soon, but for right now I focus on the bigger deal.
Who would have thought that getting someone to believe that not only are they a slayer, but hey you get to leave everything you know and trust to move thousands of miles away to learn how to better fight for your life...ok so we don't really tell them like that, but sometimes it feels that way. You get into a routine of saying the same thing over and over and having doors slammed in your face or girls looking at you like you have grown not only a second head but maybe a third and fourth at the same time, there should be a manual on how to better inform a girl she is a slayer...hey maybe in my free time I will write that. HA, just kidding, like I would have free time. With all Xander and I have to do, free time is something that will be rare.
Now that we have gathered this group of girls, we are supposed to bring them to Los Angeles, meet at the hyperion and then get ready for the next trip..I think, who knows, plans could have changed.
[[open for anyone at the hyperion once we arrive...]]
I know that this really isn't the issue right now, right now the issue is getting the slayers back to LA and getting them ready to fight whatever may come next, but I can't help having this nagging in my head about how horrible I am because I am not a useless mass sobbing in a corner because Kennedy died. It will have to be something I talk to someone about soon, but for right now I focus on the bigger deal.
Who would have thought that getting someone to believe that not only are they a slayer, but hey you get to leave everything you know and trust to move thousands of miles away to learn how to better fight for your life...ok so we don't really tell them like that, but sometimes it feels that way. You get into a routine of saying the same thing over and over and having doors slammed in your face or girls looking at you like you have grown not only a second head but maybe a third and fourth at the same time, there should be a manual on how to better inform a girl she is a slayer...hey maybe in my free time I will write that. HA, just kidding, like I would have free time. With all Xander and I have to do, free time is something that will be rare.
Now that we have gathered this group of girls, we are supposed to bring them to Los Angeles, meet at the hyperion and then get ready for the next trip..I think, who knows, plans could have changed.
[[open for anyone at the hyperion once we arrive...]]