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Losing Dawn, after all that Buffy's been through...

And I know you didn't ask for this, but you do it every day.

I get it. That's very crafty. Glory's worked the kind of mojo

Don't make this harder than it already is. I'm sorry, I got no choice. It's you or me.

I'm going home no matter what you do.

You can't know that.

- You're back. - Hi, Buffy.

We got company.

- Did you know that Ben is Glory? - So I'm told. What do we know?

I'm crazy? Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind.

Yeah. I keep hearing that, but I'm not exactly sure what it means.

- Please. - Is everything all right?

- Do you like dolls? - No.

Why do we remain when our moment of triumph lies so close-at-hand?

I said, leave her alone.

- I'm sorry. - Not the point.

She slaughtered hundreds of men. But I can feel them breaking.

Is everyone here very stoned?

I've been waiting an eternity... well, 25 human years.

Can't kill the girl.

My gift. This is what I do.

- Killing Dawn. - Why?

- Buffy. You have to stop doing this. - Doing what?

I can't just sit watching. You waste time with kid gloves.

You do remember?

Death is your gift.

But I have to get out of here.

I was off by some fraction of a second.

- And then he was me, you remember? - Yes.

You know, you recapture your godhood and unleash Armageddon,

You've carried the weight of the world on your shoulders since high school.

This is... All of this... It's too much for me.

- You really think I'll just let that happen? - Benjamin, what are you doing?