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Becoming
Nobody Will Ever Imagine What She Felt...
Buffy: When I killed him, Angel was cured. (to Willow) Your spell
worked at the last minute, Will. (Willow looks up, taking it all in) I was about to take him out, and, um... something went through him... and he was Angel again. He-he didn't remember anything that he'd done. He just held me. Um, but i-it was... it was too late, and I, I had to. So I, I told him that I loved him... and I kissed him... and I killed him.
She looks down at the table again for another long moment. The others
stay silent.
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If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
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