It isn't a story.
That's what Buffy said.
And she's right.
Not the sort of rightness where you smile and nod your head as if you've known it all along. The sort of rightness that when it touches, you shiver inside as if your stomach has been hit by Warren's freeze gun.
Warren. The First. Whoever.
They are truth merchants, whispering gently to you, their breath caressing your ear with false stories that you can believe for a price. I listened to Warren/The First and Jonathan is gone because of it.
Not gone. That's a story too. He's not coming back one day, with a suitcase and a Captain Kirk souvenir. Murdered…
Murdered by me and that's the price I paid for listening to stories.
