A/N: Another drabble exercise.
Aftermath
By: Marchwriter
"I'm…I'm sorry."
"I know."
"It was all my fault."
"I'm afraid apportioning blame will not help this, Buffy."
"I mean, look, I'm running around a million times a day. I have a billion people to save. The world's ending. And on top of that, I have a test! Algebra, Giles. Algebra."
"That is no excuse for carelessness. A Slayer is always vigilant, always mindful of her surroundings—"
"See me, here, sorry? I didn't know how much—she—meant to you."
"Perhaps a lid would be in order next time? An eleven-hundred-year old manuscript—"
"Gee, there's Wil! Gotta go!"
Word Count: 100