In my head, I see hope. Lots of hope. We're finally getting a redemption story, I think. And perhaps we'll even see Buffy learn to love again. But I need the hope in my heart, too. The logick-y side of me is not enough to convince the creative soul. And I need true belief. Somewhere this summer I found it, but the image of Spike smouldering on the cross haunts me.
Random BY thought 2462: I've always thought he might have been a second son, destined for a parson's lot in life in Victorian England... That his mother or his father was a faith by the rod sort, that his poetry and his romantic, unrealistic longings were the only sort of rebellion a gentle soul could muster. Wonder if we'll get a bit more William background at some point?
And wouldn't it be loverly to be let into some of those voices and images haunting him?
I am obsessed. Somebody point me to the whack, please?