1. This is just such a Buffy thing to do. She’s always thinking of herself.
The world might be ending and all that you can think about is: Buffy Summers and how she will save you, again -- the world might be ending and all that you can think about is Buffy Summers and how she has to save you. She’s the Slayer and she saves people. That’s what she does.
“Yeah,” Xander replies, “because you never think about yourself. The world is gonna end and all you can talk about is Buffy.”
The world might be ending, and you might tell him that you want her to save you, that you want to be in the fairytale. Might, might, might. There are too many mights. The world might be ending. Buffy might save you. Buffy isn’t here. You might like Buffy. You -
oh, you like Buffy. That makes sense. It might be the only thing that does. (There's that word again.)
Through your teeth, you spit back, well, who wouldn’t want to talk about Buffy at a time like this?
You’re moving to Los Angeles and you’re going to look for an acting job, and you never get to even say goodbye to Buffy. Which is weird, because you don’t want to say goodbye to Buffy. You don’t want to talk to Buffy at all.
You want to tell her that you hate her but you really, really don’t. Despite almost getting killed numerous times, high school with Buffy was almost fun. Having her around was fun - was it fun because you liked to mock her, or because you liked her? You don’t know yet. You suppose that you’ll never know.
The last thing that you said to her was probably I guess I'm free from you. You regret it, but you can’t go back to Sunnydale now.
The last thing that you said to her was probably I guess I’m free from you. You regret it, but you can’t go back to Sunnydale now.
In Los Angeles you meet Angel, and it hurts.