Remember scrawled across the walls of her temple in ancient Babylonian. Remember in finger-paint on a dorm-room desk in the handwriting of someone else's child. Remember in a box of fire that Cyvus Vail had made, that Wesley had dashed to the floor, that had filled Illyria's mind with two pasts that were not her own, both of them leading to this moment now on that same cold floor, weeks later, with Wesley ... with blood bubbling in his lungs, with...
Remember shining blue between the dragonfly-thin walls of history, energy leaking from the cracks in her face, Illyria pitching hither and yon in time, then and now and never before Wesley had -- before Wesley would fire the bolt that drained her godhood to the dregs. One possibility among thousands wiped away, when she might have, could have, leaped forward to this moment and seen herself, crouched on the floor beside him, back when she still had the power to say no.
"I DECLINE!" I didn't like this reality anyway.The voice from the darkness was her own, but she hadn't spoken. Then it
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Remember shining blue between the dragonfly-thin walls of history, energy leaking from the cracks in her face, Illyria pitching hither and yon in time, then and now and never before Wesley had -- before Wesley would fire the bolt that drained her godhood to the dregs. One possibility among thousands wiped away, when she might have, could have, leaped forward to this moment and seen herself, crouched on the floor beside him, back when she still had the power to say no.
"I DECLINE!" I didn't like this reality anyway.The voice from the darkness was her own, but she hadn't spoken. Then it ( ... )
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