[ The way her stomach sinks feels familiar by now. Still, her eyes hurriedly search Rafael’s for any hint of indecision, hoping that she’ll be able to muster up some mitigating factor that pierces straight through the logic he’s heaped on the situation. When she finds nothing there, her panic constricts her throat, and she glances back towards Wynn, a silent plea. Surely, there has to be some way.
Unfortunately, there’s no way to deny that Rafael is right. With enemies surrounding them on all sides, and Rafael’s freedom to consider, she doesn’t get the luxury of insisting. ]
But — [ Her voice trembles and she turns to look back at Rafael, as if her big, sad eyes will make the difference here.
A million things finish that sentences. But we need you. But you want to be there. But isn’t this what magic’s for?
And, worst of all, but what if I don’t come back? What if I don’t see you again?
They face something much bigger than just another battle here: war comes at a cost, and Sarandis has already killed one, maybe two Dragon's Claws by now. Buffy can imagine some pretty horrible outcomes here. ]
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Unfortunately, there’s no way to deny that Rafael is right. With enemies surrounding them on all sides, and Rafael’s freedom to consider, she doesn’t get the luxury of insisting. ]
But — [ Her voice trembles and she turns to look back at Rafael, as if her big, sad eyes will make the difference here.
A million things finish that sentences. But we need you. But you want to be there. But isn’t this what magic’s for?
And, worst of all, but what if I don’t come back? What if I don’t see you again?
They face something much bigger than just another battle here: war comes at a cost, and Sarandis has already killed one, maybe two Dragon's Claws by now. Buffy can imagine some pretty horrible outcomes here. ]