They were warned, so now all they could do was prepare. Make sure they were ready. Gather all the forces and weapons they could, all the power they could, because they were going to need it.
"Remember how I told you about Twilight?" she asked as she turned back to Faith. Her sword was leaned up against a wall, leaving both her hands free, which then crossed over her stomach. Twilight, he was going to kill them all if they didn't become more powerful than he was. But then, what good would that do? They had to stop him before he got the vote of the human race.
"They're from a time after he hit us." she explained to the other slayer. The reality looming over their future was beginning to sink in, and with that, her face hardened. "And we're all dead." she said, her voice suddenly becoming cooler, more determined. "Every last Slayer, Willow, anyone who isn't completely human a potential target." even those who were human, like Xander would be a target.
Looking back to Anya, she made herself focus. "How long?" she questioned. "When does he start getting people's support. How long until the deaths start?"