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whattingawhat) wrote2008-12-08 10:39 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-12-08 10:39 pm
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When the world ends [Collect your things, you're coming with me]
["Honestly, I think the world's going to end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'." - Dean Winchester Supernatural ]
The girl across from her is scribbling furiously while Buffy leans back and sips at her coffee. She’s trying not to talk faster than the girl can write.
“You know they have those new fangled things called tape recorders,” Buffy says as the girl looks up. “You’re going to get a cramp.”
The girl ducks her head with a grin and shrugs. “I write a lot. I’m used to it. Besides, they like handwritten notes at the Council.”
“Blow them up, start with all new, younger guys and they still manage to make it archaic,” Buffy sighs as she takes a sip of her latte. “Okay, so what else do you want to know?” The watcher council is compiling information so that they can make an assessment of the slayer army and the state of evil as a whole.
“Mmmm, I think that’s it,” the girl says looking over her notes. She sets her notebook on the table and picks up her coffee. There’s a question in her eyes that takes a moment for her to give voice to. “I’d like to know something though. Off the record.”
“Shoot,” Buffy says with a glance to her cell phone to check time. She’s got a class starting in an hour.
“You and Willow made all the slayers to save the world. Do you think you did it? I mean…one of these days do you think it will really be saved?”
Buffy thinks about that a moment, sipping at her coffee. Finally she sets it down and sighs. “Honestly? I think the world is going to end bloody. I think all our efforts are eventually going to be pointless. I think we all die but that doesn’t mean that we can’t make a choice, choose a side and go down fighting. Maybe I’m wrong and if I am, I don’t want to be the one that didn’t fight.”
Because in the end, that’s all she’s got; the knowledge that no matter how it turned out, she fought.
The girl across from her is scribbling furiously while Buffy leans back and sips at her coffee. She’s trying not to talk faster than the girl can write.
“You know they have those new fangled things called tape recorders,” Buffy says as the girl looks up. “You’re going to get a cramp.”
The girl ducks her head with a grin and shrugs. “I write a lot. I’m used to it. Besides, they like handwritten notes at the Council.”
“Blow them up, start with all new, younger guys and they still manage to make it archaic,” Buffy sighs as she takes a sip of her latte. “Okay, so what else do you want to know?” The watcher council is compiling information so that they can make an assessment of the slayer army and the state of evil as a whole.
“Mmmm, I think that’s it,” the girl says looking over her notes. She sets her notebook on the table and picks up her coffee. There’s a question in her eyes that takes a moment for her to give voice to. “I’d like to know something though. Off the record.”
“Shoot,” Buffy says with a glance to her cell phone to check time. She’s got a class starting in an hour.
“You and Willow made all the slayers to save the world. Do you think you did it? I mean…one of these days do you think it will really be saved?”
Buffy thinks about that a moment, sipping at her coffee. Finally she sets it down and sighs. “Honestly? I think the world is going to end bloody. I think all our efforts are eventually going to be pointless. I think we all die but that doesn’t mean that we can’t make a choice, choose a side and go down fighting. Maybe I’m wrong and if I am, I don’t want to be the one that didn’t fight.”
Because in the end, that’s all she’s got; the knowledge that no matter how it turned out, she fought.