But then Buffy thought about how many friends, strangers, children, and helpless old ladies she'd slayed. Gladly. And -- eventually -- easily. She glanced down across the wine labels and gathered her thoughts. Most of them tilted 'round the notion of this poor child.
"I get it. Shouldn't be too hard to say..." But it would be. It would be hard. Vaskoth had been so unbelievably hard, and even since then she'd been butting heads with the realization that Jack Sparrow had killed her and his beautiful dream child for all the same reasons: because it had to be done. Even just telling a child she could do the deed was a harrowing prospect. It pained her. That pain, she supposed, was a good sign. There was something human yet left to her.
She swallowed hard. "What a sucky world to be from."
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But then Buffy thought about how many friends, strangers, children, and helpless old ladies she'd slayed. Gladly. And -- eventually -- easily. She glanced down across the wine labels and gathered her thoughts. Most of them tilted 'round the notion of this poor child.
"I get it. Shouldn't be too hard to say..." But it would be. It would be hard. Vaskoth had been so unbelievably hard, and even since then she'd been butting heads with the realization that Jack Sparrow had killed her and his beautiful dream child for all the same reasons: because it had to be done. Even just telling a child she could do the deed was a harrowing prospect. It pained her. That pain, she supposed, was a good sign. There was something human yet left to her.
She swallowed hard. "What a sucky world to be from."