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Help me. I'm thinking Ben's thoughts, and I'm feeling his feelings.
Come on, people. Girl's endowed with slayer strength. Hardly time to get dainty. Buffy.
- And this is why... - I killed my sister.
The mental ward? I already been. The vegetable section's closed.
- Let me out. - Will, open a door.
You hit Ben in his soft human head, and I remember the pain.
And the only way for that to happen is...
Kid.
I wanna go home.
You're lying.
- So you're saying Ben and Glory... - Have a connection.
No, no, no.
Shut your hole, you sanctimonious little meat worm.
It's pushed her too far, into a sort of catatonia.
The cloak between Ben and me is fading.
Minions, I can hear you.
Her day is coming, boys.
What? I keep telling you, Will. I figured it out. Death is my gift.
And so you wanted out for one second. So what?
And yours truly, being somewhat other than human, stands immune.
- You're not the Key, you're nothing. - No.
Where is it?
You.
Try anything stupid, like payback, and I will get very cranky.
How do they do it?
You're not...
more supersized portions of slaughter, mayhem and bloodshed
Can you hear me? Buffy.
Dawn. Has Glory hurt you?
- Depends on the person. - So you're saying some people like this.
Now be good and stay quiet.
I told you this wasn't over.
- You're OK? - Yeah. I'm OK.
Got everything I ever wanted.