Insanity
by
Cynthia Taz
For disclaimer and such please refer to chapter 1.
- BUFFY'S POV -
It is a bitter victory.
We have lost four potential slayers. But we managed to create a whole army of slayers.
All over the world.
Spike is dead, bringing down the Hellmouth with him.
Anya almost died, but she lives.
But even if we have saved the world, even for all the times I have saved the world...
I cannot save Willow.
...
It is a bitter victory.
- XANDER'S POV -
It is a bitter victory.
We saved the day, as usual.
Buffy becomes the slayer-mama, Giles becomes the Watcher Council's new boss, Anya and I are together again... everyone gets a happy ending...
Except one.
Willow. My friend. My very best, childhood, babbling redhead...
...
It is a bitter victory.
- TARA'S POV -
It is a bitter victory.
Thanks to Willow's visions, we managed to stop the opening of the Hellmouth.
And thanks to Willow's magic, I managed to awaken all slayers, all over the world.
But I cannot save Willow.
I cannot save her from her nightmare...
I cannot save her from herself.
It has been almost four months since the collapse of Sunnydale, since the Hellmouth was officially out of business.
Giles had sent Willow and I to a coven in Beth, after he found out about Mr. Angel joining the Wolfman and Hart. He feared that they might get their hands on me.
Or Willow.
The coven told me Willow's magic was gone, sacrificed as the fuel to wake slayers all over the world.
They also think Willow's vision was lost along with the magic.
I don't care. All I want is for her to speak to me...
To tell me that everything's all right...
Even if she is not really speaking.
...
It is a bitter victory.
- WILLOW'S POV -
I know they think it is a bitter victory.
Why?
Because of all those girls that had lost their lives...
Because of me.
I would have to disagree though.
Don't get it wrong, I don't do that on purpose.
I don't go all crazy Jones on them because I can, but because this is what I cannot live without.
You won't believe how many things I can see... every single person in this world...
Birth...
Living...
Death...
I can see them all... even if I don't tell those tales anymore.
Sometimes I have to wonder... is that why there are so few seers in this world?
Because our sanity have blinded us all?
The coven thinks I have lost my vision, along with my magic, the day when the final battle played out in my home town.
In a way, it is my fault that they have made the wrong conclusion.
But I can't apology. I won't apology.
Because I am what I am...
Broken.
Tara is still taking care of me, despite my parents' effort to try to take me away from her, despite everyone's effort to try to take me away from her...
She refuses to give up on me.
And I know she will never give up on me...
Not when she still believes it is the right thing to do...
Not when the resolve is still in her eyes.
Tara, in her quiet way, is the strongest of us all.
And that is why I disagree it is a bitter victory.
Because even though I have lost my war...
I have gained my soul...
My Tara.
...
It is a sweet lost.
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