The circulation desk stood of to his left, stark and solid. But beyond it the office where the Slayer, no, where his Slayer, was speaking with Mr. Giles, that office seemed immeasurably distant, even though Wesley could hear each word quite distinctly.

Mr. Giles was speaking treason. Duty required that he report Faith. He knew that. He had just said... He had just said he was planning on keeping it from the Council.

Well, Wesley Wyndham-Price knew his duty to the Council even if Mr. Giles no longer did. By their deeds shall ye know them. Wesley recognized his enemy.