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[slipperysoul]

[ Angel’s lingering by the angled late-day sunlight coming in through a dusty window of an abandoned warehouse when he turns on his NV, looking about as calm as can be for what he’s about to say. ]

Should have apologized weeks ago for what I did. Nobody should have been killed, I never wanted that to happen. Not here.

But how do you forgive part of who you are when you’re already condemned to hell. Absolution isn’t something i’m looking for anymore when there’s already nothing I can to do to stop the inevitable.

Saving the world doesn’t do anything when you’ve spent a few hundred years doing much worse. [ a beat, while he glances out towards the fading light. ] So what else is there?

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[slipperysoul]

Evil's too hot straight from the oven anyway. [ Not with the cookie metaphor again, Buffy, you just make his head hurt. ]

I didn't say I was turning myself in. Yet. I don't know.

[ex_stakes70]

You know what I mean. [ >| ]

You don't have to. [ 8( don't do this she just got here please at least avoid being a dumbass for like two weeks stop being all martyry dammit. ]

[slipperysoul]

I have to do something. [ And he hasn't even been to the butcher's in a while, which is... becoming a problem. ]

[ex_stakes70]

So you do what you've always done, Angel. Atone. Help people. Save them, save the world - you've spent half your life trying to repent, right? Why's it different here? It wasn't your fault you lost your soul - do I have to literally drill that into your head?

[slipperysoul]

I can't do what i've always done here, Buffy. I can't save the world, I can't save the people here any better than anyone else. All I can do is go after the darkness monsters and hope that makes up for something.

[ex_stakes70]

So you and I take up the patrolling at night, and making sure nobody gets hurt. We save people. Even if it's not an Apocalypse, it's still - [ She sighs, and she knows better. This whole self-flagellation thing... He won't stop doing it ever. ] - You're not a bad person. End of discussion.

[slipperysoul]

I did used to go patrolling at night. Not the past few weeks when I can't even get to the butcher's without wondering if someone's going to turn me in. [ There's substantial sighing on his end of the line too. ]

And this.. Hellsing corporation? Really isn't helping things.

[ex_stakes70]

Angel, when's the last time you ate?

[slipperysoul]

Don't worry about it.

[ex_stakes70]

Nice try. When?

[slipperysoul]

End of February.

[ex_stakes70]

Angel! You could die!

[slipperysoul]

[ O-oh, so stern. ]

I've gone longer. I'm fine... ish.

[ex_stakes70]

Angel! [ D<<< ]

[slipperysoul]

[ NOOO NOT THAT FACE. D: ]

It's not like i'm enjoying it. Everything's back at the hotel and that's the last place I need to go. And the butcher's isn't exactly in the greatest part of town to go waltzing in when there's a bounty on my head.

[ a beat ] And I didn't want Fred's help.

[ex_stakes70]

So let me go to the butcher's for you. Or I'll go to Fred's and get you what you need. But you can't keep starving!

[slipperysoul]

Do whichever one you want.

[ex_stakes70]

You'll get fed, either way.

[slipperysoul]

Okay.

[ex_stakes70]

I'll get in touch with you about it later. Just -- don't do anything dumb. Or reckless. Or self-turny-inny.

[slipperysoul]

I'll try to repress the urge.

[ex_stakes70]

Good, 'cause otherwise you'll have to repress my fists. - [ That sounded so awkward coming out? ] Or something equally threatening.

[slipperysoul]

[ ..... You're the most threatening ever, Buffy. ] Stakes might've worked better.

[ex_stakes70]

Well, stakes then. Even if you know I'd never actually go through with it.

[slipperysoul]

I know you wouldn't.