After she comes home, Terra notices a rip on her tights.
She's had them forever. They feel nice on her skin and have supported her through good times and bad. They survived everything but this final battle.
"We could fix them," the children suggest when they catch her holding the tights, understanding her look for sadness. Terra stares at the one of the last things left from her past and shakes her head.
Past is past. It's the now and the future she loves.
"I'll get new ones," she says, and springs forward to ruffle each head in her sight.
In L.A., everything is surface. That suits Cordelia just fine.
Only she doesn't suit the surface. Her looks get her only so far and her social footing isn't a footing at all, but it's okay. Cordelia can know the right people and like the right things, and keep all signs of depth to herself. She knows how to pretend. She's sick to death of it.
But she can make it, so when Buffy's ex crosses her path, she should pave herself a new one. Instead she sniffs a chance, makes a leap, and her future looks like her again.
Of all places, it's Deadwood where Joanie gets better.
It's strange. There's nothing in Deadwood that Joanie hasn't seen before, countless times. She's seen the worn people, the misery and the despair. Deadwood is a town sick of life and Joanie knows it and its kind by heart.
Joanie is a hatter weary with madness when she arrives, and she expects to be one when she leaves. She doesn't expect to stay.
"It's not bad here," Jane says, although she's broken too. But she has hope, and the people have hope, and before she knows it, Joanie has hope too.
Rinoa sees them looking down on her plans and men, but she doesn't care. She paid for their services and she's going to make use of them, whether they like it or not. She doesn't care all the way to Quistis Trepe's outburst.
"This isn't a game," Trepe says, and her words strike Rinoa down. She tries not to think Trepe may be right.
But this isn't a game, so she thinks, and decides Trepe has a point. She leaves to face the sorceress, and makes sure everybody knows this is real for her.
It's too little too late, but she takes it. She watches Rachel and Julien as they live, happy and healthy, and she's content. Yet when Julien asks Rachel where Juliet is, she aches.
"She'll be here any second," Rachel says, and the faith in her voice hurts Juliet even more. That's when the door opens.
If Juliet still had a heart, it would thunder as she sees herself walk in.
It worked.
She can't hold on after that, but even as she fades, she hopes this Juliet will make it to her happy ending.
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She's had them forever. They feel nice on her skin and have supported her through good times and bad. They survived everything but this final battle.
"We could fix them," the children suggest when they catch her holding the tights, understanding her look for sadness. Terra stares at the one of the last things left from her past and shakes her head.
Past is past. It's the now and the future she loves.
"I'll get new ones," she says, and springs forward to ruffle each head in her sight.
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Only she doesn't suit the surface. Her looks get her only so far and her social footing isn't a footing at all, but it's okay. Cordelia can know the right people and like the right things, and keep all signs of depth to herself. She knows how to pretend. She's sick to death of it.
But she can make it, so when Buffy's ex crosses her path, she should pave herself a new one. Instead she sniffs a chance, makes a leap, and her future looks like her again.
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It's strange. There's nothing in Deadwood that Joanie hasn't seen before, countless times. She's seen the worn people, the misery and the despair. Deadwood is a town sick of life and Joanie knows it and its kind by heart.
Joanie is a hatter weary with madness when she arrives, and she expects to be one when she leaves. She doesn't expect to stay.
"It's not bad here," Jane says, although she's broken too. But she has hope, and the people have hope, and before she knows it, Joanie has hope too.
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Rinoa sees them looking down on her plans and men, but she doesn't care. She paid for their services and she's going to make use of them, whether they like it or not. She doesn't care all the way to Quistis Trepe's outburst.
"This isn't a game," Trepe says, and her words strike Rinoa down. She tries not to think Trepe may be right.
But this isn't a game, so she thinks, and decides Trepe has a point. She leaves to face the sorceress, and makes sure everybody knows this is real for her.
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It's too little too late, but she takes it. She watches Rachel and Julien as they live, happy and healthy, and she's content. Yet when Julien asks Rachel where Juliet is, she aches.
"She'll be here any second," Rachel says, and the faith in her voice hurts Juliet even more. That's when the door opens.
If Juliet still had a heart, it would thunder as she sees herself walk in.
It worked.
She can't hold on after that, but even as she fades, she hopes this Juliet will make it to her happy ending.
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