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Move on.
Those two tiny words were rolling around my head like rocks, knocking into one another and making a deafening noise. My entire body ached, my mouth was dry, and I couldn't feel the tips of my fingers. But all I could think about were those two small words: move on. The conduit, whatever it was exactly, had been inside my body. It had been inside me and it had used me like a puppet. It used me to tell my friends, the people I was closest to in the world that Angel was...dead. Our friend, family, loved one, boss, champion...Angel was dead and...and he was never coming back.
I'd seen what Cordelia saw, because I saw everything the conduit saw. I saw Angel fighting to his death. I saw the determination, the anger, the pride and right at the end, I saw his face when he knew he was going to die. My body might ache, but it was my heart that was hurt the most. One of my dearest friends, the man who saved my life...my handsome man...was...gone. It was almost too surreal to believe and if I hadn't seen it and almost felt it myself, I doubt I would have believed it. I wanted to erase the images in my head, of Angel falling, dying....becoming nothing more than dust, but I couldn't.
And then suddenly, Wesley, Faith, Cordy, Spike, Lilah, me...we were all in the lobby of Wolfram and Hart. Cordelia was on the floor crying. Faith was standing over her, her fists clenched like she wanted to hit something. Wesley was staring at me like I had three heads. Lilah looked so smug that I wanted to punch in her smug, dead face. And Spike, our new champion, was staring at his body like he'd never seen it before. I guess if I'd been a ghost for a while, I'd stare at myself, too.
Faith walked out and then so did Cordelia. I was still in shock for the most part. Partly because of all I knew and partly because some weird entity had used my body as its own personal microphone. As they walked out, I turned to Wesley and tried to speak. After clearing my throat a few times, I finally managed to say, "We...you, me, Spike, Cordelia, Faith...we all...we all need to sit down and talk. There are things...things I'm supposed to tell everybody." I reached my hand out to Wesley, "But...but first...would you catch me? Cause...I don't feel so..." And then everything went black.
Those two tiny words were rolling around my head like rocks, knocking into one another and making a deafening noise. My entire body ached, my mouth was dry, and I couldn't feel the tips of my fingers. But all I could think about were those two small words: move on. The conduit, whatever it was exactly, had been inside my body. It had been inside me and it had used me like a puppet. It used me to tell my friends, the people I was closest to in the world that Angel was...dead. Our friend, family, loved one, boss, champion...Angel was dead and...and he was never coming back.
I'd seen what Cordelia saw, because I saw everything the conduit saw. I saw Angel fighting to his death. I saw the determination, the anger, the pride and right at the end, I saw his face when he knew he was going to die. My body might ache, but it was my heart that was hurt the most. One of my dearest friends, the man who saved my life...my handsome man...was...gone. It was almost too surreal to believe and if I hadn't seen it and almost felt it myself, I doubt I would have believed it. I wanted to erase the images in my head, of Angel falling, dying....becoming nothing more than dust, but I couldn't.
And then suddenly, Wesley, Faith, Cordy, Spike, Lilah, me...we were all in the lobby of Wolfram and Hart. Cordelia was on the floor crying. Faith was standing over her, her fists clenched like she wanted to hit something. Wesley was staring at me like I had three heads. Lilah looked so smug that I wanted to punch in her smug, dead face. And Spike, our new champion, was staring at his body like he'd never seen it before. I guess if I'd been a ghost for a while, I'd stare at myself, too.
Faith walked out and then so did Cordelia. I was still in shock for the most part. Partly because of all I knew and partly because some weird entity had used my body as its own personal microphone. As they walked out, I turned to Wesley and tried to speak. After clearing my throat a few times, I finally managed to say, "We...you, me, Spike, Cordelia, Faith...we all...we all need to sit down and talk. There are things...things I'm supposed to tell everybody." I reached my hand out to Wesley, "But...but first...would you catch me? Cause...I don't feel so..." And then everything went black.