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[goddess_illyria]

The wasting of the human's lives was pointless so I altered time and gave them a second chance. If they chose to lose die a second time, that would be their choice. I however chose for Wesley. After time changed and the others fled, I caused a ripple, grabbed Wesley and left with him to go and find the slayer

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[exiledwatcher]

Uncertain as to what to do I followed her as she walked, barely staying upright.

"Faith!" Couldn't she just answer one simple question. Had they poisoned her? Whover that Robin fellow had thought he had been, I was glad I had shot him now. Of course this was really my fault, couldn't forget that now could I?

[wickedslayer]

My vision was starting to cloud over, as I turned around and faced him. Holding my hands over my eyes I looked at Wesley.

"This is how it starts." I muttered out, trying really hard not to cry. Leaning up against the wall I looked around. "You're gonna have to lock me up somewhere." I knew this whole place would be destroyed by teh time I came to, either that or I would end up in an alleyway surrounded by broken glass.

[exiledwatcher]

Watching her suffer I felt my blood turn cold. So much of this reminded me of Fred, how she had died. The way she had tried to be brave.

And now it was Faith. Walking to her she offered no resistance as I picked her off her feet. There was only one place to keep her now. Angel's cage in the basement. With her down for the count I could only hope he didn't come calling. Carrying her down the steps I felt as if I'd seen this show before.

"Do you need anything?"

[wickedslayer]

He set me down on the concrete floor and I watched him step back through, heard the click of the door closing. Closing my eyes I sat down on the cold floor, my back up against the cage wall.

"No." I said quickly, the pounding in my head was getting worse, so I rested my forehead on my knees.

"Just...don't leave."

[exiledwatcher]

Watching her it was impossible not to feel some degree of empathy. She was clearly sick, sick because of something I'd done to her. More then one thing I'd done to her in fact. I'd consigned her to possibly suffering for the rest of her life. Some watcher I was.

Pulling up a chair near the door I turned it around, straddling it as I watched her seemingly fade away.