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Glory.
Actually, I'm looking for you.
OK, first thought, just totally spontaneous, unfiltered, off the top of my head...
- You wanna kill her? - We have to do something.
Nothing special about it. And then it hit me.
This Glorificus, if it is her, she's big city.
- I got Dawn killed. - Hello. Your sister, not dead yet.
- She's got Dawn. - Right.
- The portal shall open... - And the great Glorificus shall return...
- Maybe I'm just hungry. - Yes, we shall fetch a lovely...
- But... - Get out.
- How've you been? - Death is your gift.
No, I'm not hungry.
Buffy, you have to get up. Buffy, please.
Gonna bleed you either way.
It's a big day for me.
Yeah. I do. Ben's Glory and Glory's Ben. It's like this fog's lifted.
And you wouldn't be doing that if you weren't trying to show me something.
It only hurts while I answer pointless questions. Where's Buffy?
Now. Do we suspect that there may be some kind of connection between Ben and Glory?
But I didn't.
Do you ever stop talking? I don't know which is worse,
Not in the mood. What do you think that's about?
You should try again, Will.
The Key.
Buffy, I've read these things very carefully, and there's not much margin for error.
I can feel it, still warm and wet.
Not entirely.
it all just melts away like ice cream.
As you'll tell me again when we're older and in chem class.
Who's not crazy? Look around.
- What? - Don't call me Dawnie.
It is your last night.