Andrew saw the One Eyed Han Solo approaching him. "So, did you see?"
The young lone Padawan couldn't look at his Yoda. You see, he was once a super villain. "I—I was scared. I'm sorry."
"Did you see what happened? I mean, was she..."
A glimpse of hope and proud penetrated through his thick shields of fear. Anya was Xander's Princess Leia and she had sacrified herself for his pathetic road for redemption. He looked in Xander pained face. "She was incredible. She died saving my life."
The moment seemed to take forever. Doubt was rising in his heart. Would he see the beauty? he wondered. Could the hero see it through the devastating pain aching his heart. Xander brought his hand on Andrew's shoulder and nodded. "That's my girl. Always doing the stupid thing."
It was like Dark Vader connecting with his long lost son.
Finally respect and acceptance.
Andrew smiled a little and saw his Master walk away. He was so proud and he was so proud that he didn't cry too. Maybe they could discuss the wonders of time-travel, Superman or Batman, Kirk or Picard . . . Spike or Angel.