Oh, there's no metaphorically speaking when it comes to Warren, but maybe he's referring to his own situation, so she nods.
"Yeah, that sounds like it's about right." She sounds about as happy about it as he does, but at least it gives them a clue. She glances to the latest body, as the birds pick away at her. It's intolerable - gruesome set of remains, one after another along the shore, and a river full of more of the same, and somehow they're expected to face all this horror and work out how to make it stop at the same time.
She's liking Never Mind and his ravens far less with each passing moment.
There has to be more to it than just feeling responsible for the bodies they've left behind. She hasn't seen Rack here, after all, and she killed him too. Asking the details for every single death they've seen laid out here feels too time consuming. It's probably more sensible to just take the leap and see if he can work it out.
"He killed someone I love," Willow says finally. Her tone is quiet, and resigned. She still does not want to talk about this, especially not with someone she does not particularly trust, but there seems little alternative. "Warren. He was aiming for my best friend, and one of the shots missed, and he killed my girlfriend."
She pauses, considering how much more she wants to share. He doesn't need the full story, she decides. Just the parts about Warren. She lets her eyes find focus on a point on the horizon, and takes a deep breath before continuing. "I kind of lost my head over it, so I tracked him down, and I killed him."
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"Yeah, that sounds like it's about right." She sounds about as happy about it as he does, but at least it gives them a clue. She glances to the latest body, as the birds pick away at her. It's intolerable - gruesome set of remains, one after another along the shore, and a river full of more of the same, and somehow they're expected to face all this horror and work out how to make it stop at the same time.
She's liking Never Mind and his ravens far less with each passing moment.
There has to be more to it than just feeling responsible for the bodies they've left behind. She hasn't seen Rack here, after all, and she killed him too. Asking the details for every single death they've seen laid out here feels too time consuming. It's probably more sensible to just take the leap and see if he can work it out.
"He killed someone I love," Willow says finally. Her tone is quiet, and resigned. She still does not want to talk about this, especially not with someone she does not particularly trust, but there seems little alternative. "Warren. He was aiming for my best friend, and one of the shots missed, and he killed my girlfriend."
She pauses, considering how much more she wants to share. He doesn't need the full story, she decides. Just the parts about Warren. She lets her eyes find focus on a point on the horizon, and takes a deep breath before continuing. "I kind of lost my head over it, so I tracked him down, and I killed him."