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Most people wish that I...
Most people wish that I were dead, I imagine. Dead, missing, gone, something to that end. There are very few exceptions to that rule. David, of course. Alan, Kitty... Mike. Drusilla likes me enough to want me dead, so in some twisted way she's another exception. But the people I work with, the people I know in my personal life, I'm willing to bet that most of them would like to see this scar on my throat open up. I bet they'd be absolutely thrilled to see the blood pouring down my chest.
Then again, my disappearance might be enough for some people. If I was out of the way Gavin might finally be able to step up, but only if I was out of the way. He has no chance of legitimately taking my job. If I was gone, I'm sure a few people around the office would breathe a little easier.
Now, I'm not trying to be arrogant, but here's a little tidbit of information for you. A newsflash, if you will. Death didn't stop me. I was stabbed in the throat and my head was cut off and I'm still here. A little worse for wear and married, of all things, but here. Alive, breathing, kicking your ass daily and still working for Wolfram and Hart.
So, most people can wish death upon me as often as they like. I'm just the kind of girl who bounces back from anything.
Most people wish that I were dead, I imagine. Dead, missing, gone, something to that end. There are very few exceptions to that rule. David, of course. Alan, Kitty... Mike. Drusilla likes me enough to want me dead, so in some twisted way she's another exception. But the people I work with, the people I know in my personal life, I'm willing to bet that most of them would like to see this scar on my throat open up. I bet they'd be absolutely thrilled to see the blood pouring down my chest.
Then again, my disappearance might be enough for some people. If I was out of the way Gavin might finally be able to step up, but only if I was out of the way. He has no chance of legitimately taking my job. If I was gone, I'm sure a few people around the office would breathe a little easier.
Now, I'm not trying to be arrogant, but here's a little tidbit of information for you. A newsflash, if you will. Death didn't stop me. I was stabbed in the throat and my head was cut off and I'm still here. A little worse for wear and married, of all things, but here. Alive, breathing, kicking your ass daily and still working for Wolfram and Hart.
So, most people can wish death upon me as often as they like. I'm just the kind of girl who bounces back from anything.