[The note itself is unexpected, but for some time, all the ex-demon can do is stare down at the words in front of her in some disbelief. Talk? What did that even mean, coming from the Slayer?
By the time the words had appeared, it was all she could do to not fling the book across the room. She had only been studying it to read over certain sections in that guide - about death and dying and how dying didn't even matter here, and how crazy was that, and thinking over any and all information that Buffy had given her beforehand that she had absorbed and never quite understood.
What was plain as day was that she was on borrowed time - time that could just be snapped up right like that, with no notice, no memory of it -
[ written - june 15th ]
By the time the words had appeared, it was all she could do to not fling the book across the room. She had only been studying it to read over certain sections in that guide - about death and dying and how dying didn't even matter here, and how crazy was that, and thinking over any and all information that Buffy had given her beforehand that she had absorbed and never quite understood.
What was plain as day was that she was on borrowed time - time that could just be snapped up right like that, with no notice, no memory of it -
Her pen scratches back - harsh. Unforgiving.]
I don't need anything. Especially not from you.
-- ANYA
[The word is underlined a few times.]