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We had our meeting with Angel, Lilah and I. I'm still not sure what to think of that. Not sure what to think of Angel. Our friendship has shifted once again. It's going so fast that I just can't seem to keep up. All the memories inside my head collide and jumble and it's one big puzzle. I'm well aware that I'm not a hundred percent alright, as they call it. I don't think I'm even going to make seventy percent. But I can pretend. I'm very good at pretending, according to all the memories I have.
Angel gave us some file about some demon clan war or something rather. We were to join him and Lindsey McDonald while meeting this clan this evening. And I got this strange 'vibe' as Cordelia would say about Angel and Lindsey McDonald. Makes me wonder what's going on there now. They always were more then just enemies. Then again, Lilah and I were enemies weren't we? And look at us now. I'm still going to have to find her a new dollar bill. One we both can sign.
A new start. A new beginning. A new chance.
If only those clogged up memories wouldn't get in the way.
I've asked Angel where they took my weapons. He of course claimed not to know. Which made me realize once again that he never had come to see me while I was locked up in my office. I wondered who gave me some food. Or how long I had been in there. I wonder about the silliest thing about that time. Because I only vaguely remember. Did I go to the toilet? Who gave me some fresh clothes if any? Where did I sleep? Most of all, who came to see me? I don't remember anyone.
Anyway, weapons. I was going to need them when we were meeting with this clan tonight. I could tell from both Lilah and Angel's body language that they weren't thrilled with the idea, not that either of them said the actual words. Can't blame them. Who would give a mentally unstable someone a weapon? Well, Wolfram and Hart was about to, and I can't wait to get my hands on some guns again. Lilah took us to get me...or us rather 'fitted'. I just trailed behind her, hands in my pockets while my thoughts were all over the place "What?" I looked up startled at her voice. Oh, it would appear we're already there.
(Open for Lilah)
Angel gave us some file about some demon clan war or something rather. We were to join him and Lindsey McDonald while meeting this clan this evening. And I got this strange 'vibe' as Cordelia would say about Angel and Lindsey McDonald. Makes me wonder what's going on there now. They always were more then just enemies. Then again, Lilah and I were enemies weren't we? And look at us now. I'm still going to have to find her a new dollar bill. One we both can sign.
A new start. A new beginning. A new chance.
If only those clogged up memories wouldn't get in the way.
I've asked Angel where they took my weapons. He of course claimed not to know. Which made me realize once again that he never had come to see me while I was locked up in my office. I wondered who gave me some food. Or how long I had been in there. I wonder about the silliest thing about that time. Because I only vaguely remember. Did I go to the toilet? Who gave me some fresh clothes if any? Where did I sleep? Most of all, who came to see me? I don't remember anyone.
Anyway, weapons. I was going to need them when we were meeting with this clan tonight. I could tell from both Lilah and Angel's body language that they weren't thrilled with the idea, not that either of them said the actual words. Can't blame them. Who would give a mentally unstable someone a weapon? Well, Wolfram and Hart was about to, and I can't wait to get my hands on some guns again. Lilah took us to get me...or us rather 'fitted'. I just trailed behind her, hands in my pockets while my thoughts were all over the place "What?" I looked up startled at her voice. Oh, it would appear we're already there.
(Open for Lilah)