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She'd never admitted it out-loud. But, in Kennedy's head, the "when I become…" had slowly turned into "if I become…" and then "if I had been…"
It's easier to deal with disappointment if you work up to it.
And yeah, she'd hoped. (Stupid, really, given the whole fighting-for-your-life-every-night thing. But it would have meant something. It would have been real.) The current incumbent could die any day now, and then…
But when Ms Taylor didn't object to college – "I'll still be your Council contact if you need it. And… keep training." – she knew for sure.
She'd never be the Slayer.