August 11th, 2016

  • rahirah

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, August 11

ANGEL: You want me to say I'm sorry? How can I? It wouldn't mean a thing.
HOLTZ: It would mean a little. Not much, but it would be something.
ANGEL: Then I'm sorry. For whatever little it might mean. It's all I've got.
HOLTZ: Not all. - You had a son. - So - there it is. I thought by depriving you of that son it would allow me some measure of justice. I was wrong.
ANGEL: Taking Connor from me was never justice. It was vengeance.
HOLTZ: Or maybe vengeance is what I do now. Give back what I took.
ANGEL: What?
HOLTZ: I'm an old man now. I have nothing to offer the boy. You can give him what I can't - his purpose. But every time you look upon his face - every time he calls you 'father' - you will be reminded of that which you took and can never give back. - And if that is vengeance, I find I have no taste for it.


[Drabbles & Short Fiction]
[Chaptered Fiction]
[Images, Audio & Video]
[Reviews & Recaps]
[Fandom Discussions] [Articles, Interviews, and Other News]