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- I really do. - Whoa, hey.

- Is there something wrong? - No. Yeah.

There is no other.

It's a total loss of control,

- Fine. Deal. - Good enough.

We're gonna win.

- (Kennedy) They should be in place. - OK. Magic time.

Wait a minute. What about my, uh... bag of illusions?

Since you're incorporeal and basically powerless. How about "The Taunter"?

Faith still has my room.

- That's bleak. - Way of the world.

Yeah. There's one more vent by the stairs. We block that, they got no sewer access.

I'm not really thinking that far ahead.

- I'll start getting you set up. - Thanks.

Illusions against a BURNINATOR?

What you are. How you'll die.

I don't know enough about this to risk you wearing it.

You got Angel breath. I'm not gonna let you whack me back and forth like a rubber ball.

"One girl in all the world. She alone will have the strength and skill to..."

In the midst of all this insanity, a couple of things are actually starting to make sense.

I've got my pride, you know.

(Buffy) "Dearest Dawn, Don't be angry with Xander. This isn't the place for either of you."

I started it. The whole having a soul.

- Buffy. - I'm not worried.