And the world went on

[quietkindocrazy]

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"...Knox was one of Illyria's acolytes and had ordained you to be the one to become her, he said, because he wanted someone as majestic as you to be the vessel for Illyria to return. His plans met a snag in customs when the sarcophagus that infected you, was held there, only it was released by someone who made a deal for it

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[pryce_less]

When a woman as intelligent as Fred, was reduced to surpressing memories that she could have tried to hold on to because of the place that we were in, when a woman, who when returning from Pylea had retreated within herself, especially in Angel's absence after Buffy's death at that point in our lives, was being strong for sanity's sake, it made me think how truly horrible that this place had to be

[quietkindocrazy]

"Fred, the place, the belly of the beast didn't swallow us. There was no indigestion, no heartburn for Wolfram and Hart. With any luck, they had a fatal case of trachea-blockage. Angel, Spike, Gunn and....and Illyria couldn't have failed, and with Lindsey and Lorne on our side, they might have been successful. We were the ones that allowed ourselves to be swallowed..."

I tensed up as I let his words sink in. I looked down trying to formulate my own words, trying to find the courage to relive the last few moment of my life and all that I had felt, to bring out all of the feelings of regret that I had buried away. To simply bring them forth because this place had made me cold and hard, and I wanted to feel something tangible, even if it was painful, but his hands went to my cheek, and just like that, all of my fears and doubts began to melt once again and there was only us, in love and in hell.

"I should say, that Gunn and Knox created this for you, not the belly of the beast. Your curiosity was just. I, on the other hand, was weak

[pryce_less]

Kissing her made everything just, all of the failures, the few successes, the tragedy

[quietkindocrazy]

There was death, and then there was us, the ones who were stuck somewhere in between. Maybe there was a greater purpose for us, maybe we were just simple casualties of a great battle between good and evil... hmm, and that much was probably true. And now there was nothing left on earth but the flames of our love that transcended all the way down to hell. Maybe what had kept me going all this time, was a simple glimmer of hope that everything that we were doing was for the greater good of mankind.

"We played the hand that we were dealt,"And that we did, all of us did. All of us tried to make everything count, trying hard not to be swallowed hole. Trying hard to hold on to the mission, to the cause, to the dream that someday it would all be over and the world would be a better place, for everyone, for all of us. And not just one dictated to us by power and human hungry demons, or an evil law firm bent on trying to take over the world... or worlds