The fake Wesley studied Peter for a moment with his form flickering, translucent then solid again. When he spoke, his voice carried with it a unified chorus, yet there were no others around to attribute to the cause.
"The Champion must focus on the mission. The rest is insignificant."
Cordelia sighed. She'd been worried this might happen. "No," she stated, causing the attention to fall to her, "it isn't." Her tone was sharp, her gaze even more so. "We've been over this. A Champion doesn't amount to much without others to help him, guide him."
"The Seer." The entity's attention flickered to Nathan. "The Brother." Wesley seemed to float closer to Nathan, solidifying a few scant inches from his face.
"This one fears loss." Its head tilted slowly to the side quizzically. "Fear of the inevitable. All things die. All things end."