No, she was never gone. She was with me. We should have been forever, and I— I let her be dead. She’s really dead. And I killed her.
Occasionally, I’m callous and strange.
Willow: “Oz is a werewolf.”
Buffy: “It’s a long story.”
Oz: “I got bit.”
Buffy: “Apparently not that long.”
I don’t care if it is an orgy of death, there’s still such a thing as a napkin.