A slideshow of their significant dead. It's a theory, but she doesn't think it's the right one - if it was just their significant dead, she's absolutely certain she would see Tara before she saw Warren, or Jesse, or maybe even Buffy, or her mother.
Against her better judgement, she finds herself scanning the shore for any sign of the corpses of people she actually cares about. She can't help the sigh of relief when she doesn't spot anyone else she recognizes. It doesn't last long, though, as realization hits that any one of them, or all of them, could be anywhere further up the banks of the river.
She does not want to see them in the same horrible state of decay as the bodies that surround them.
It's tempting to try a spell - maybe she could just teleport them both out, but she already knows her magic does not work properly here, and it's impossible to say if she would just end up with another headache, or if they would end up somewhere far worse than this.
"I don't know. I don't think that's it." She doesn't offer an explanation. She should give him something, but it's too easy to clam up, surrounded by the dead - she's worried if she thinks too hard on one of her friends, or says anything out loud, they will manifest either on the shore, or in the water, and she doesn't think she could stand it.
She fumbles for the words for the question she does not want to ask, both because she does not want to give him any ideas about Warren and because it's a particularly difficult question to ask.
"Do you, um. Do you - do you feel... I don't know... Responsible, maybe? For any of the people you've seen so far? The ones you know, I mean."
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Against her better judgement, she finds herself scanning the shore for any sign of the corpses of people she actually cares about. She can't help the sigh of relief when she doesn't spot anyone else she recognizes. It doesn't last long, though, as realization hits that any one of them, or all of them, could be anywhere further up the banks of the river.
She does not want to see them in the same horrible state of decay as the bodies that surround them.
It's tempting to try a spell - maybe she could just teleport them both out, but she already knows her magic does not work properly here, and it's impossible to say if she would just end up with another headache, or if they would end up somewhere far worse than this.
"I don't know. I don't think that's it." She doesn't offer an explanation. She should give him something, but it's too easy to clam up, surrounded by the dead - she's worried if she thinks too hard on one of her friends, or says anything out loud, they will manifest either on the shore, or in the water, and she doesn't think she could stand it.
She fumbles for the words for the question she does not want to ask, both because she does not want to give him any ideas about Warren and because it's a particularly difficult question to ask.
"Do you, um. Do you - do you feel... I don't know... Responsible, maybe? For any of the people you've seen so far? The ones you know, I mean."