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And yours truly, being somewhat other than human, stands immune.
I wanna go home.
- So you're saying Ben and Glory... - Have a connection.
It's pushed her too far, into a sort of catatonia.
Come on, people. Girl's endowed with slayer strength. Hardly time to get dainty. Buffy.
- You're not the Key, you're nothing. - No.
Try anything stupid, like payback, and I will get very cranky.
Can you hear me? Buffy.
Kid.
- Depends on the person. - So you're saying some people like this.
- You're OK? - Yeah. I'm OK.
Minions, I can hear you.
You.
The cloak between Ben and me is fading.
What? I keep telling you, Will. I figured it out. Death is my gift.
And the only way for that to happen is...
How do they do it?
You hit Ben in his soft human head, and I remember the pain.
more supersized portions of slaughter, mayhem and bloodshed
Where is it?
No, no, no.
Help me. I'm thinking Ben's thoughts, and I'm feeling his feelings.
Her day is coming, boys.
- And this is why... - I killed my sister.
Now be good and stay quiet.
You're lying.
The mental ward? I already been. The vegetable section's closed.
Shut your hole, you sanctimonious little meat worm.
- Let me out. - Will, open a door.
Got everything I ever wanted.
Dawn. Has Glory hurt you?
And so you wanted out for one second. So what?
You're not...
I told you this wasn't over.