She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder but not before pointing at him in warning. "Don't... please. If you let go I'll let go and there'll be a huge, ugly, watery mess. No one wants that. Cling to the hope. Hope must be clung..." Buffy let out a shuddering sigh and closed her eyes briefly. "I don't know what I did wrong. Do the Powers That Be really not want any Slayers living long, healthy lives?"
For her sake, Giles did manage to fight down the tears he so very much wanted to shed. For her sake. It helped that she was still here, that he could hold onto her and reassure himself of that.
It wasn't over yet.
"You didn't do anything wrong. God, Buffy, you did everything right.
...but yes, I...don't think they take kindly to the idea."
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"Of course not.
And you have a talent for attracting miracles. Buffy. There's always hope."
He tried to smile reassuringly but, overall, Giles was trying too hard not to cry.
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It wasn't over yet.
"You didn't do anything wrong. God, Buffy, you did everything right.
...but yes, I...don't think they take kindly to the idea."
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