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Giles closed his eyes against the scene before him. They lay, unmoving, in hospital beds. How? He’d felt guilty bringing them into his world of darkness. Even though, from the start, he could see his Slayer needed them, he needed them. He’d done his best to teach them to defend themselves against demonic dangers. How could it be now that he could lose them to… an accident they called it. Ripper would like to have an accident with the drunk who did this.
He thought he might vomit.
“Hey, Giles,” Willow’s sweet voice came quietly.
He didn’t fight these tears.