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Riley stared at him. No, not him. It.
He watched in fascination as the knuckles began to meld into their proper places, and then the skin to scab over. Fascinating, he thought. If we can somehow harness the blood properly...
Then it said what it did, and sounded.... well... heartbroken. Riley considered this for a moment, then asked it, "Have you felt this much emotion the entire time? You haven't had a sense of detachment? A period of.... perhaps being closed off? This isn't how it was supposed to have been."

He was slightly irritated, and was not looking forward to debriefing his wife. But that would all have to wait until he escorted the Watcher home. He'd told Buffy he and Sam would be heading that way, but it was looking like Sam would have to meet him. If he called in orders for the jet right now, he and the Watcher could be there before midnight. Likely sooner.
He stood in the doorway, dismissed the guards after telling them to take Andrew and ready him to go home, and waited for it to answer him.
Curious thing, this half-breed.

Riley watched all of this with a sense of mild detachment and slight disgust at the smell of burning flesh.
"That's enough," he said, as he walked closer to it.
"You'll get along a hell of a lot better here when you learn your place. You. Are. Not. Human." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking down at the creature.
"Not anymore. What you are now is a half-breed. I don't know why you've still got emotions, but don't worry. We're going to take care of that, just as soon as I've returned. That watcher happens to live with a good friend of mine, who will be very happy to have him back. I don't know how the holy hell you ended up with him... Just a stroke of fate, hmm? Either way.... rest. If you have memories, treasure them now."
Riley nudged him with the tip of his boot.
"And get up, man. That's just pathetic."
Riley walked out and double-timed it to the area they'd taken Andrew to.

Angel nodded, noticing that the way Conner was acting was way too weird to let him continue to do so. He went over to his son, put his hand on his shoulder gently, and then turned the boy to face him.

"Son, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked as he began to walk with Conner towards the basement stairs. He wanted to get Conner down where the bar and training rooms were so he could have absolute privacy to talk to his son.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Andrew shouted over the sounds of the helicopter. "You just had a man beat out of his mind, and you act like everything is okay?! What did you all do to him?! And why?! Why would you do anything to him! He has enough scars and troubles as it is, why would you add to them?! And...how do YOU know Buffy?!"

Dawn smiled at Pheonix and decides to see the closet where the boots were. She bounded to the closet and opened the door with a flourish and pulled the boots out. "They are brilliant Pheonix, just what I like wearing" she called out. She took off the pair of shoes she was currently wearing and pulled on the new boots. They fitted perfectly and was just the right level of comfort and support which is what Dawn liked. "Thank you so much Pheonix, I love them" Dawn yelled out. She walked around in them to see how they were. They even matched what she was currently wearing so she decided to wear them in. Dawn walked back to the kitchen and thanked Pheonix again

Oz, lost in the moment that seemed to be the best of all possible dreams, picked up Willow from the floor. His lips pressed firmly against hers as he placed her onto her bed. Oz rested on top of her, kissing her as if it were the only thing her knew how to do. His hand caressed her face with a brush of fingertips.

"Willow, I.."

Another kiss. Another embrace. Nothing else exists in this moment. Just Willow. And Oz.

Hope blushed eyes now narrow, trying hard to understand Miss Summers. She quietly shook her head.

“I need help retrieving the soul, Miss Summers. I cannot do this for those monsters would easily shred me to pieces.” Hope rose from the couch, planting her hands into her coat pockets. The warmth that accompanied her soft features, suddenly dispersed from the room. Again, eerie misted burst from her aura, a hint of cold…yet it was not really there.

“How do I fix what, Miss Summers? The mark? The way these monsters choose their victims?” Hope's eyes were intently fixed on Miss Summers.

All Oz could think of was the scent of her body, the red strands of hair that softly tickled against his skin. For a moment, a thought of “this isn’t right” pierced through. But he shrugged it off as the wonders of passion continued exploring new routes to pursue what was once there, once lost.