[ she'd wanted to be wrong. so badly, she'd wanted to be wrong. angel was a heavy enough burden on her heart, but the thought of losing jacen too was more than that. jacen wasn't just a friend or a lover, he was her teacher, her companion, someone who had seen the innermost working of her spirit in order to help her train it, and their bond was like nothing else.
or she'd thought it was. buffy had always struggled with catty, with not being his only student, but her death doesn't solve that. her death doesn't bring buffy any peace. quite the opposite. hearing the sickening noise of her final cry leaves buffy's gut twisting inside of her, and she has to briefly shut her eyes to put it out of her mind.
when she opens them, jacen is standing there. there's no blood, but the light from his lightsaber may as well be. she watches him, sadly, but the way she phrases her next question is almost an offering. ]
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or she'd thought it was. buffy had always struggled with catty, with not being his only student, but her death doesn't solve that. her death doesn't bring buffy any peace. quite the opposite. hearing the sickening noise of her final cry leaves buffy's gut twisting inside of her, and she has to briefly shut her eyes to put it out of her mind.
when she opens them, jacen is standing there. there's no blood, but the light from his lightsaber may as well be. she watches him, sadly, but the way she phrases her next question is almost an offering. ]
Why? You gonna kill me, now, too?