Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the show and its characters.
Author's Note: I may be reading a little too much fic by Pixie Child, after all, it inspired me to write this. Thanks to my beta Elenlor Edhelen (Julia) for correcting this. Please review, I rarely get any of those anymore.
-Such A Shame-
She's so innocent. Her purity radiates from her entire being. You wonder if the Key would still work if it was dirty and unclean. If you didn't need to use the Key to get home, if this world didn't drive you out of your mind like it did, you would take that sinlessness away. You could even break her fragile little being.
You can't survive here long though, and a broken Key wouldn't fit the lock – wouldn't open the door home. So, you don't touch her and you try not to think about her.
Why are you feeling such human things anyway? It's disgusting. Stop it.
You can't stop thinking about her though. This damned place has gotten to you and you hate yourself for letting it – for letting her.
Tie her up, lock her away, wait for the time you can use the Key. If you can't see her, you can't think about her. If she's – no, it's – not there, at least you'll feel a tiny bit saner. You'll feel more like yourself. You are a god, Glorificus, not some fucked up little ant in a giant's world like the mortals here. You do not need anyone or anything, nor do you want them.
But, she's so pretty, like a doll for you to play with. You sicken yourself with your humanity.
You have to admit that having her with you to toy with forever makes you almost consider it, but, no. You have to get out of here, her blood opens the portal. Her death will mean your homecoming.
It's such a shame she'll have to die.