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[ooc: Angel's back at his sketchpad, doodling the friends he feels like he just lost all over again. So there's several drawings of these folks:
...and maybe a grudging doodle of this guy off in a corner somewhere:
... followed by some emo speechifying:]
I knew going into the fight that most of us wouldn't make it. It was never about winning. Sometimes the odds are stacked so high against you that all you can do is hope to show those in power that they can't rule our souls, that we can still make the choice to stand up and fight for what's right even when it means certain death.
They chose to fight with me. Now they're all most likely dead, maybe in a hell of the Senior Partner's contrivance, and I'm trapped here.
At least Lorne and Nina were out of it. And Connor...
I guess the Shanshu Prophecy was about Spike after all. I hope he's alive to enjoy it.
[ooc: Angel's back at his sketchpad, doodling the friends he feels like he just lost all over again. So there's several drawings of these folks:
...and maybe a grudging doodle of this guy off in a corner somewhere:
... followed by some emo speechifying:]
I knew going into the fight that most of us wouldn't make it. It was never about winning. Sometimes the odds are stacked so high against you that all you can do is hope to show those in power that they can't rule our souls, that we can still make the choice to stand up and fight for what's right even when it means certain death.
They chose to fight with me. Now they're all most likely dead, maybe in a hell of the Senior Partner's contrivance, and I'm trapped here.
At least Lorne and Nina were out of it. And Connor...
I guess the Shanshu Prophecy was about Spike after all. I hope he's alive to enjoy it.