[It's become clear that she can no longer expect to be undisturbed at the cottage, so it's no longer a viable place for her to stay. For a moment, she thinks, perhaps she should have killed Ford as well. Except she didn't really want to. Ford had long been a source of support before now. He might still turn that way in time.
Tara might too, for that matter, especially left unconscious out under corrupting influence of the moon's orange glow. For far too long, she's felt at odds with her love, and recently has the situation begun to improve, only to completely unravel again. She would not complain to have them back on the right track again.
Unable to return to the cottage, Willow retreats to the top of the clocktower in Gaze. It doesn't seem like a bad spot to spend some time for now. She leans against the rail and looks over the city sprawled out beneath her as she considers her next move. She's had a problem with Never Mind since his boat trip prank last year. It wasn't funny, being trapped on a tiny canoe, floating down a river composed almost entirely of dead, decomposing bodies. He's even conveniently close by.
How hard would it be, she wonders, to take down the dean of the School of Mutter? Easier than Mariana, probably, but she suspects it would still be a hell of a fight.
6 - The Final Fight (Closed to Faith and Ozpin)
Tara might too, for that matter, especially left unconscious out under corrupting influence of the moon's orange glow. For far too long, she's felt at odds with her love, and recently has the situation begun to improve, only to completely unravel again. She would not complain to have them back on the right track again.
Unable to return to the cottage, Willow retreats to the top of the clocktower in Gaze. It doesn't seem like a bad spot to spend some time for now. She leans against the rail and looks over the city sprawled out beneath her as she considers her next move. She's had a problem with Never Mind since his boat trip prank last year. It wasn't funny, being trapped on a tiny canoe, floating down a river composed almost entirely of dead, decomposing bodies. He's even conveniently close by.
How hard would it be, she wonders, to take down the dean of the School of Mutter? Easier than Mariana, probably, but she suspects it would still be a hell of a fight.
It is tempting.]