When Willow showed up in her lair with dark hair and glowing red eyes, Harmony suspected that something was wrong. "Er, hi, Willow," she began uncertainly. "Is something wrong?"
Willow turned, but didn't look at Harmony so much as through her. "He's dead," she said simply.
"Well, that's a shame, Willow. Erm, eh, who is dead?" Harmony knew a lot of dead people, after all.
Harmony could swear that the lights in her lair flickered as Willow answered, "Xander."
"Oh, the dweeb."
Willow raised a hand and Harmony was suddenly thrown against the wall. Hard. It hurt.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was so mean to you all in high school. But what do you want from me?
"The people who did this, they're going to pay. I can't go to the others, they won't understand. Just like they didn't understand with Tara. But this time I'm going to finish it. They won't stop me. I am going to destroy those responsible, cause them as much pain as possible, no matter who I have to hurt in the process."
Harmony didn't have a clue what Willow was talking about, but realized it'd better not to upset the witch. "Uh, that sounds fun?" she hazarded.
"But you are evil," Willow said, stepping closer. "You have no moral compunctions. So you're going to help me wipe them out."
Actually, that did sound fun. "Well, let's get started."