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I don’t know how long we’ve been down here. Time blurs and skips when you can’t see the sky. It could’ve been a day. It could’ve been months. All I know is that there’s a fate worse than being left to drive yourself insane with your own thoughts in a miserable little underground cell. And that’s watching someone who gave up everything… everything for you going insane at a slightly quicker pace.
Angel thought he had trouble on his hands the last time that I was loose in his town? He ain’t seen nothing yet. Thoughts of vengeance are about the only thing keeping my mind off Eve’s situation right now. Off my own situation.
Next time, there’ll be less talking and more bleeding. Next time, my weapon of choice is going to be made out of wood.
I can’t tell cause from effect anymore. Maybe it’s Eve’s company that pushing me a little quicker towards real screaming Technicolor insanity down here. Or maybe I can’t stand to look at her anymore because I’m already there, dipping my feet in that murky water. Either way, we’re useless, both of us. Broken toys with the batteries gone dead. My strength and her connections, all gone in one fell swoop, with just our big dreams left to echo in this tiny cell. Angel was always efficient like that.
Next time I teach him a lesson, boy, it’s going to stick. I’ll find out what’s valuable to him, what he loves, and I’m going to take it apart, piece by piece.
Everything I try is hopeless. I thought we had a chance with Harmony, but Gunn of all the damn people was there to supply the common sense to the scene. Busting out by force is out of the question, obviously. Talking my way out isn’t going to work if we’re left alone down here until the end of time. Magic is our best bet. Our last bet, actually. I can still keep trying, even if the mojo behind the motions has long since left the building. Make the signs, scratch the runes into the floor with my fingernails and some blood, say the magic word…
Nothing but a snap and a flicker, like a cheap Bic out of lighter fluid. “Fuck.” I need more power.
Never mind. I’ll try again.
Bastard’s going to pay for making me think that something had changed. He’s going to pay for giving me hope.
[Open to Eve]