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[slayedthedragon]

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

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[perfectblue]

"Enough of your bickering. It is bad enough that I have to endure it out there; if you're going to bring it here as well I suggest you get a room."

Illyria glares at both men in turn, and you can be sure that she chooses her words quite deliberately.

[dark_ex_watcher]

"We were not--!" Wesley protests.

"This isn't bickering," Angel growls. "This is me trying to keep him from getting himself killed again."

[perfectblue]

"An admirable goal; however, I believe your efforts are wasted on this one, considering the amount of time he seemed to spend trying to become more definitively deceased prior to his resurrection."

Good thing the Powers and Illyria had different plans for him.

"Besides. I've done the mathematics; there is a better than 65% chance that all three of us will survive more or less intact."

[slayedthedragon]

"Mathematics?" Wesley echoes doubtfully.

Angel's eyes are narrowing. "Survive what?"

Tell me they haven't been planning, tell me they haven't been planning, tell me they haven't been planning,....