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[Early, early Sunday morning, Buffy is at Giles' apartment and unshackling her chained prisoners. She is morose, guilt-ridden, and fairly worn out after these last two weeks. Her everything seems to hurt and she cannot figure out whether it's from stress or all the fights she has been getting into. Or maybe it had something to do with suddenly no

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[Giles feels absolutely disgusting. He aches all over, his clothes are ruined with old bloodstains and the taste of blood is still in his mouth and would probably make him physically ill if he had actually had anything in his stomach to lose

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I'm gonna head home. Or..out, or whatever. Gimme a call when you're more in the land of the waking, okay?

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[He nods.]

Buffy, I'm...I'm sorry about this. Everything. Before this, as well, when I w-wasn't myself. I am sorry.

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Not your fault. [Her tone is dry.] It was the Malnosso. [But she knows that, like Giles, she would also blame herself.]

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Malnosso. Yes.

...they can't keep doing this. We have to stop them.

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[She clamps down on her hesitation and allows the horror of the past two weeks to steel her new resolve:] I...I agree. We have to.

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[He nods, not at all certain if he'll remember this conversation in a few hours, but grateful for her agreement nonetheless.] And we will. We always do.

[...and with that small spark of hope, he's just going to lay down now, Buffy.]