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Willow, please just listen to me.

- Who the hell are you? - Something's coming. Something bad.

I get it. No biggie.

What if Willow filets their souls and comes after us?

You need to back down a minute and think, Will.

- It is done. - No!

Andrew and Jonathan don't.

We'll all be a lot happier without listening to the constant whining.

then we'll be... you know, worthy.

Yeah. It's not like you haven't been clear about it, O great mysterious one.

We've got seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds us into Jawa burgers,

I'm not protecting you, Jonathan. None of us are.

And what then? Even if they kill that Wicca bitch, you think they're gonna let us walk?

So tell me, strawberry.

Yes, we did. We teamed up. We wanted to see where our plans would take us.

There is nothing in this world that would give me greater satisfaction

- You're back on the magics. - No, honey. I am the magics.

Wait. First stage?

I need to know if you're gonna turn on me.

She tried to use you for a hood ornament, Xander.

Willow was... you know.

Again with the comfort.

Are we really gonna do this?

Willow found out and, as the most powerful Wicca in the West,