"Stop." she says, abruptly, holding a hand up, as if to fend off this cold recounting of events that sounded ridiculous to her own ears and yet somehow rang true.
It sounded too much like another cold recall of facts.
You are the vessel for my reincarnation. This is all that remains of Winnifred Burkle.
Wesley's dead.
"Not like this. Not... I can't listen to it like that, words that don't mean anything, that don't match up to what I know. I don't know how to react to it like this. Angel has a son... I feel like I should be surprised, but I'm not. I feel like there should be some big reaction here, some shock, some anything, but there's not. There's nothing, and it's just like everything else I've been told since I got here. It's just words."
She takes a deep breath, fixes him with a level, unwavering gaze, and wills him to understand why it can't be like this.
"I have to remember. Whatever happened, somehow I have to find a way to remember, or it'll never mean anything."
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Date: 2006-06-25 03:21 am (UTC)It sounded too much like another cold recall of facts.
You are the vessel for my reincarnation. This is all that remains of Winnifred Burkle.
Wesley's dead.
"Not like this. Not... I can't listen to it like that, words that don't mean anything, that don't match up to what I know. I don't know how to react to it like this. Angel has a son... I feel like I should be surprised, but I'm not. I feel like there should be some big reaction here, some shock, some anything, but there's not. There's nothing, and it's just like everything else I've been told since I got here. It's just words."
She takes a deep breath, fixes him with a level, unwavering gaze, and wills him to understand why it can't be like this.
"I have to remember. Whatever happened, somehow I have to find a way to remember, or it'll never mean anything."