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Angel and Wesley are sitting in a secluded booth, and while they might be whispering, there's clearly an argument going on:
"Angel, we have got to do something."
"You think I don't know that?"
"It's been over a year!"
"And the City is my responsibility, Wes. I've had a lot more experience with Hell than you have. I know how bad this is, but what do you expect me to do?"
Wesley's eyes go cold. "It's time for more drastic measures."
Angel crosses his arms. "No. Forget it. There is no way I'm letting you tw--."
[Plot-locked for Illyria, thx!]
"Angel, we have got to do something."
"You think I don't know that?"
"It's been over a year!"
"And the City is my responsibility, Wes. I've had a lot more experience with Hell than you have. I know how bad this is, but what do you expect me to do?"
Wesley's eyes go cold. "It's time for more drastic measures."
Angel crosses his arms. "No. Forget it. There is no way I'm letting you tw--."
[Plot-locked for Illyria, thx!]