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Post by Connor Reilly on Aug 7, 2011 16:27:02 GMT -5
After Connor answered Faith's question, Angel apologized to her for not telling her about Wesley sooner.
"He didn't tell me until I tracked him down either, and I live down the street," he said.
Maybe "down the street" was a little inaccurate, but it got the point across, anyway. Faith didn't seem too offended about when she'd been told. If Angel had been nervous about getting his ass kicked, it didn't seem like he had anything to worry about.
Faith looked around and asked if they had a plan. Right down to business. Connor shrugged. That was what he wanted to know, too.
"Wolfram and Hart sent out an army of demons and stuff," Connor said. "They're running around the city, probably killing and maiming people. We should probably do something about that."
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Post by Angel on Aug 7, 2011 16:38:40 GMT -5
Faith didn't seem too concerned about the timeline of things. Once she knew when the battle had happened. She commented that Wesley was still dead, no matter when she'd been told. Angel felt a pang of guilt then.
Angel rolled his eyes at Connor's comment, but he hoped Faith would know that she wasn't the only one he hadn't called.
Faith was quick to move on and ask what the next step was. Angel wasn't sure what to say. He'd been trying to figure out what to do for the last few nights. He looked at Connor when he explained the situation with the demon army, in his own way.
Angel looked from Connor to Faith. Maybe he didn't have a plan, but he apparently had a team. He had two people who wanted to help him fight, and he had a city that needed their protection. He still had a job to do.
"Okay," he said. "Let's go to work."
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