Because nobody likes a vague DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to the fantastical Joss Whedon.
PROLOGUE PART II:
Night Thoughts
Stars, you are unfortunate, I pity you,
Beautiful as you are, shining in your glory,
Who guide seafaring men through stress and peril
And have no recompense from gods or mortals,
Love you do not, nor do you know what love is.
Hours that aeons urgently conducting
Your figures in a dance through the vast heaven,
What journey have you ended in this moment,
Since lingering in the arms of my beloved
I lost all memory of you and midnight.
~Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
†
"It was not meant to end this way."
She's not sure why she is concerned. Trivial things such as the life and death of mortals and immortals alike are beneath her. Her duty is to the balance of good and evil, nothing more. But even she cannot deny the sacrificies these two warriors have made to her purpose.
"Perhaps. But it is past, and it is not our concern."
While he might agree with her, he also knows that if it has happened, it was meant to be.
"It is not our place to interfere."
His words do the opposite of what he intends.
"I beg to differ, brother. I am sure you remember our previous... interference, as you so put it. It was not our place then either."
"It was necessary. It is our duty to maintain the balance. Besides, it was not his time yet."
"And now it will mean nothing."
"He'll be given life after death. Is that not what he was promised? A time frame was never part of the bargain."
It is not entirely what was meant for the vampire with a soul, but he finds it to be reward enough.
She hears the dismissal in his voice, the disregard he has for human life, his ignorance to the greatness that is love. Though she is beyond time and space, she can still feel the immensity of their love. She cannot leave it at this.
After a moments pause, she speaks. "And the slayer?"
"What of her?"
"While you may be correct regarding the vampire, surely you are aware that there was more intended for her."
She waits for his argument, but he says nothing.
Though he is incapable of feeling, the mention of the slayer gives him pause. He knows she is right in this matter, the greatest slayer to have ever lived does indeed deserve more than a death in the arms of a vampire.
"What would you have me do?"
a smile would have shown on her face, if she were capable of physical attributes, at having bent him to her will.
"Set her free."
A/N:
The entities speaking are exactly who you think they are, the PTB. Since I sort of imagine them as being above such trivialities such as physicality, I imagine time has its own laws wherever they are, so there is no time frame here except for it being after Buffy's death.
As you all well know, I'm a diehard B/A fan so there is no surprise how it'll end in that regard.
Thanks for reading!
