You can't stop this.
Yeah, I get that. It's just, where else am I gonna go? You've been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end, where else would I wanna be?
Is this the master plan? You're gonna stop me by telling me you love me?
Well, I was gonna walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but it seemed kind of cartoony.
Still making jokes.
Well, I'm not joking. I know you're in pain. I can't imagine the pain you're in. And I know you're about to do something apocalyptically evil and stupid. And, hey, I still wanna hang! You're Willow.
Don't call me that!
The first day of kindergarten, you cried because you broke the yellow crayon and you were to afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far. Ending the world-not a terrific notion… but the thing is… yeah, I love you. I love crayon breaky Willow and I love scary, veiny Willow. So if I'm goin' out, it's here. If you wanna kill the world, well, then start with me. I've earned that.
You don't think I won't?
It doesn't matter, I'll still love you.
Shut up!
I love you.
I… love you.
Shut up!
I love you, Willow.
If Buffy's recounting of her encounter with a vampire Keith didn't make Willow feel wrong, the burning stares of Giles did.
Every time Buffy thanked Willow that she had made her immortal and invincible, Giles would fix his eyes upon Willow as if look what you created.
But Willow didn't see the wrong in it really, in fact, she thought Buffy was more lively than ever. When she came home, she was smiling, dancing, hell, even singing. Of course Buffy's interpretation of My Heart Will Go On wasn't nearly as pleasant as the real version.
Dawn was happy. Xander was still reeling over how he stabbed her but he learned to accept that she's fine. Willow was unsure and Giles displayed ill-disguised happiness when really, underneath his glasses and British accent, his heart was swimming in disbelief.
Later, when the noise in the house died down, Dawn approached Willow as she was cleaning the dishes.
"Willow?" She asked.
Willow turned, smiling. "Yeah Dawnie?" She asked, her hands still scrubbing dishes.
Dawn gulped. "Buffy's gonna outlive me, isn't she?"
Willow stops scrubbing. "I didn't…"
Dawn, apparently looking let down, walked out without another word. That moment Willow realized that what she had done was idiotic.
She walked upstairs, going to confront Buffy, maybe jinx her into reversing the spell when through the ajar door, she could see Buffy… stabbing herself.
She bursts of derisive laughter emanated from her, and she just kept… stabbing… as if nothing was wrong. Her face was split in a maniacal grin, her eyes wide like some sick version of the joker. Nearly gagging, Willow walked away.
She needed to get Giles.
Get off me superbitch!