Phone calls, and late night ramblings...
Apparently, while Andrew was using the overhead speaker, the phone rang, thus proving that yes, the speaker is too loud. I checked the messages (expecting none) before I headed off to bed.
It was from Cordelia. I quickly jotted down the number to return the call at, and took it upstairs with me. No reason to stay in the office all the time.
I was tired. This isn't like being a librarian, or a watcher/keeper to one or five kids. This was hard work. More than I was ready for, believe it or not. Not that I could admit it to anyone. Slayers don't feel alone any more. But watchers? We've always been alone too. After our...slayer dies no one picks up the pieces. They tell not to get too attached, not to care so much. But I've met few watchers: myself (though my slayer keeps coming back), Alan, and a few others who can keep going on.
Because up until that moment, our life was lived for that person. And when they die...we have forgotten how to live for ourselves. The times I've spent back in London? They weren't complete. I had no one else to live for. Or about.
Tired musings of an old man, I suppose.
I dialed the number Cordelia left me.
It was from Cordelia. I quickly jotted down the number to return the call at, and took it upstairs with me. No reason to stay in the office all the time.
I was tired. This isn't like being a librarian, or a watcher/keeper to one or five kids. This was hard work. More than I was ready for, believe it or not. Not that I could admit it to anyone. Slayers don't feel alone any more. But watchers? We've always been alone too. After our...slayer dies no one picks up the pieces. They tell not to get too attached, not to care so much. But I've met few watchers: myself (though my slayer keeps coming back), Alan, and a few others who can keep going on.
Because up until that moment, our life was lived for that person. And when they die...we have forgotten how to live for ourselves. The times I've spent back in London? They weren't complete. I had no one else to live for. Or about.
Tired musings of an old man, I suppose.
I dialed the number Cordelia left me.