Mea Culpa (Giles)
So many, so many, so many.
An elegant headstone, embellished with cherubim, somewhere in an English churchyard. What had her name been - Samantha?
A black urn, on another Watcher's desk somewhere: the last one Spike killed, on an E train in Manhattan.
A Jamaican girl with her neck broken, eyes sightless toward heaven, buried in an unmarked grave.
Now this one, the one that hurts, the one that breaks him: Buffy Summers, She saved the world, a lot.
History is tears and dead girls. So many, and all happening under the care of a Watcher who can't be blamed.
An elegant headstone, embellished with cherubim, somewhere in an English churchyard. What had her name been - Samantha?
A black urn, on another Watcher's desk somewhere: the last one Spike killed, on an E train in Manhattan.
A Jamaican girl with her neck broken, eyes sightless toward heaven, buried in an unmarked grave.
Now this one, the one that hurts, the one that breaks him: Buffy Summers, She saved the world, a lot.
History is tears and dead girls. So many, and all happening under the care of a Watcher who can't be blamed.