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Giles knew the rules of what needed to be done to defeat an enemy. He’d had them drilled into him, had relentlessly taught them to his Slayer.
You must destroy your enemy’s reason to fight, will to fight, ability to fight.
But, as he stared into the dark eyes, he knew he was lost. His heart weighed down with sorrow, guilt... love. How could he destroy this enemy? He would sooner choose to let himself be destroyed. And, when she left him alone to slip to his inevitable death, he breathed out a final plea to save her.
“Willow, no…”