CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE HOTEL: BUFFY
:Saturday, 14th October 2000:
"Are you? Are you telling me this Well-thingy is God?" I blurt out to Aluwyn. The thought chills me. I distract myself, my eyes tracing the dark, leopardy markings on her pale breasts.
"Bite your tongue, Slayer!" snaps Aluwyn. "I sincerely hope not! No. It's perhaps a blunt saw, a bent chisel, a broken hammer. But the Creator itself? I shouldn't think so." Huh, it would explain a few things, though, I think with a wry grimace.
"You said earlier about your few remaining choices?" I prompt.
"Choices? Maybe I should have said, rather, future possibilities. There's no exact way of putting it." she reflects.
"But it's of the bad, what the Wellspring has cost you?"
"Oh, yes. When the last, remaining drop of my life's potential is gone, my destiny will be fixed in amber. I'll be an automaton, a self-aware cog trapped in the machinery of fate." Aluwyn sighs. "I understood what I was getting into but..."
"You didn't comprehend." I feel... nausea. If what I've just reckoned is true, she will become like a character in a DVD on repeat. Unable to change the plot, but knowing, feeling, living. And whatever the genre; it's gonna be a horror flick. "Is it worth it? Truly worth it?"
"It's for my Willow." Aluwyn tells me. "My darling Willow."
"For our Willow." I reach out to take her into my arms. She deserves, demands, has more than earned, whatever inadequate comfort I can give.
