Something drastic this way comes. From thepowerplayers
Leaving Illyria in the room with Drogan, I was more convinced then ever that we had a serious problem on our hands. But, more then that, more then the worry about Angel losing himself in the dark side, i was filled with anger and agitation. It seemed wholely likely that Angel had prearranged for the release of Illyria from the deeper well, which ultimately killed Fred...which ultimately killed my love and for all intents and purposes, ruined my chances of happiness for the future.
It no longer mattered what Angel and I had been through in the past. It no longer mattered that at times, we were great friends and that other times, we shared an adversarial relationship because of Connor and the prophecy, and that we had a strong enough bond that we were able to co-exist and befriend each other again, after that. I had saved his life from the bottom of the ocean, but like with Gunn, I would attempt to kill him if I could matter-of-factly prove that it was him. I might not be able to do it with my bare hands, but I would find a way. Gunn, I hadn't intended on killing. He didn't know what he was doing by signing a paper. He had angered me because he knew about it all along and cost us precious time that could have been used to help Fred. It wouldn't have mattered, anyway.
With Angel, all of this was different, far different, and every step that I took towards Lorne's office, Spike and Gunn on either side of me, the anger built. A keen idea that I knew that I was going to get to the bottom of this and deal with who was responsible, even if it was Angel. If Angel had planned this, then nothing could justify it. He was supposed to care for Fred as a member of the team and as a friend, and for what? For power? He arranged for her death, even if it wasn't meant for her.
We turned the corner and I hardly noticed that the office was was virtually barren. It was almost as if all of the mployess, whether basically decent, or primarily evil, knew to stay out of my way right now. A lot of facts had been given to us. We just had to put the pieces together and we all had to be together for this. If Angel was going off of the deep end, then there would be no more casualties for us, even though my own life, meant very little to me at the moment.
I opened the door, and saw Lorne looking out of the window, him turning to us, strain on his face.
[Lorne, Spike and Gunn]
It no longer mattered what Angel and I had been through in the past. It no longer mattered that at times, we were great friends and that other times, we shared an adversarial relationship because of Connor and the prophecy, and that we had a strong enough bond that we were able to co-exist and befriend each other again, after that. I had saved his life from the bottom of the ocean, but like with Gunn, I would attempt to kill him if I could matter-of-factly prove that it was him. I might not be able to do it with my bare hands, but I would find a way. Gunn, I hadn't intended on killing. He didn't know what he was doing by signing a paper. He had angered me because he knew about it all along and cost us precious time that could have been used to help Fred. It wouldn't have mattered, anyway.
With Angel, all of this was different, far different, and every step that I took towards Lorne's office, Spike and Gunn on either side of me, the anger built. A keen idea that I knew that I was going to get to the bottom of this and deal with who was responsible, even if it was Angel. If Angel had planned this, then nothing could justify it. He was supposed to care for Fred as a member of the team and as a friend, and for what? For power? He arranged for her death, even if it wasn't meant for her.
We turned the corner and I hardly noticed that the office was was virtually barren. It was almost as if all of the mployess, whether basically decent, or primarily evil, knew to stay out of my way right now. A lot of facts had been given to us. We just had to put the pieces together and we all had to be together for this. If Angel was going off of the deep end, then there would be no more casualties for us, even though my own life, meant very little to me at the moment.
I opened the door, and saw Lorne looking out of the window, him turning to us, strain on his face.
[Lorne, Spike and Gunn]