It was a device to set the game in motion. It was necessary to bring you to this point with a full understanding of the choice you must make here. This time you will determine the outcome. Her knuckles whitened as her grip tightened reflexively. It was all real.
Nothing can undo what has been done.
Not that you've even told me what this stupid choice is in the first place. Buffy gently stroked Angel's forehead. The sweat and blood that grimed his skin were frozen like the rest of him, unmoving under the motion of her hand, as if they were part of his skin. You promise never to do anything to us again, not me, not anyone I know, not anyone in Sunnydale. Then I make no choices.