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Willow couldn't say for sure just why her magic had fluctuated out of control. She assumed it had to do with Lucifer's arrival as what little information she'd been able to gather about him told her that bad things tended to gravitate toward him as though he was some sort of vortex of evil. Not that Willow thought that she, herself, was evil. She didn't. However anyone who had ever tasted darkness as she had knew that there was always a chance they might taste it again. And when Satan himself showed up, the urge to do so became almost overwhelming.

It was a loss of inhibitions. A loss of self-control. A loss of something identifiable and yet more important than anything else that the witch had ever known, because the moment it was gone a part of her went with it. And unlike the last time she'd taken a walk on the bad side of things, this time her judgment wasn't clouded by grief or rage. She was thinking clearly and she had a plan.

A plan that started with one Dawn Summers.

Hearing the teen arrive at the clearing, Willow finally allowed herself to be seen. She appeared a few feet in front of her with her arms hanging loosely at her sides and a cold smile upon her face. Her hair and eyes were both as black as the darkness that coursed through her veins, her skin more pale than usual. Gone was the flowing skirt with bright colors and ruffly top she'd been wearing before and in its place was yet more darkness - blacks and reds and boots that were better suited for smashing something into the ground than being fashionable.

"Heya Dawnie," she greeted the girl with a slight tilt of her head. Her cold smile grew a bit. "So glad you could make it."

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One of her eyebrow's arched upward as she simply listened to Dawn try her best to 'talk her down' or whatever it was she thought she was doing. Really. Did she expect that to actually work? Briefly she entertained the thought of playing along but decided she really didn't want to play games at the moment. No, she had things to do, and they didn't involve mind games with the littlest Summers.

"Fix it?" she echoed softly before giving a faint laugh. "There's nothing to fix, Dawnie. I'm not broken." Magical energy danced along the edge of her fingertips and her smile turned even chillier than before. "In fact, I'd say I'm finally whole."

One arm came up suddenly and she struck out with a bolt of magic. It wouldn't kill Dawn. It wouldn't even really hurt all that much. If she hit her mark, it would simply help hold the teen in place to prevent that flight instinct that most people with any common sense had when faced with something far more powerful than they were.

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Willow barely paid attention to the knife. Even if Dawn somehow managed to stab her, which she didn't consider very likely, she highly doubted the girl would have what it took to deliver a killing blow. After all, she still wanted to help.

So she instead murmured a simple, "Thicken" to hold the teen in place without having to use anymore of her energy, then began walking serenely toward her. "Shh," she said in what might almost pass as a loving tone. "I'm not going to kill you or anything silly like that, and begging really does make you sound even more pathetic than you actually are."

Making a tsking sound with her tongue, the black-haired witch shook her head and paused a few steps in front of the girl. "What would Buffy think?"

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