[ What a prophecy. Someone dies for half an hour, and there's immediately another one to fill their shoes, and then another one. And what when the first one comes back?

Ange kind of feels like whoever thought up this system didn't fully think it through very well. ]

That must be kind of awkward. [ She slowly says, after having considered it for a moment. ] Being the third in line like that, I mean.

[ Sure, sure. There probably were generations ahead of that Buffy person - or so Ange assumes, anyway. But even so.. ]

Usually stories make the whole chosen one sound a little cooler than 'if two people just happen to die, I might become special.'