action;
[ angel prefers blank and unsettling to the lost and pained expression illyria adorned in hell, so torn apart by the realization that she wasn't fred and never would be. he'd ordered betta george to use wesley and spike's memories of fred against her, to distract her, in order to give wolfram & hart's armies time to take her down when she was losing it, seconds away from collapsing time itself because she couldn't handle existing anymore and didn't think the rest of the world deserved to continue on, either. ]
You volunteering? [ he hands her a book on rituals and restorations in the 12th century, one he's yet to flip through himself. kinda brings back memories of sunnydale of yore, pre collapsing in on itself. ] You're what, still in high school?