Who: Buffy Summers, Faith Lehane, and Kendra What: Could I have the three slayer special, please? When: Late evening, backdated to last night. Where: the Hyperion Rating: PG, more than likely? PG-13 just to be safe!
There was so much to wrap her mind around. However, the one that stayed with her more, that struck her more ... was the possibilty that Mr. Zabuto was dead. It was ridiculous to waste her time becoming upset over something that might not have even happened. Buffy said that there were only two Watcher's left. She was certain that Buffy would have mentioned something if had been her own. It had to be Mr. Giles or Mr. Zabuto. Mr. Zabuto was one of the best. Mr. Giles had even said so. Not that Kendra had needed reassurance of something she'd known as fact, that had all been for Buffy's sake.
Her watcher was one of the best and if any one of them had to be one of the two to survive, it would be him. They might have not been as close as Buffy and Mr. Giles had obviously had been, in fact, they weren't even close. Mr. Zabuto had trained her in the fact that he was her watcher. He wasn't her father, or a guardian of a particular closeness, and he certainly wasn't her friend. However, she was certain he'd cared about her ... in a way. As a person. Just as she had, ... did-she really did- in a way. Him and being a Slayer were all she knew. All she had, now and the last decade and a half of her life. While he probably wouldn't have approved of it, but the way he'd raised her-correction-the way he had trained her, made it difficult for her mind to associate one without the other. She followed his orders. He told her what to do, he took care of her wounds. And really, it wasn't such a bad thing after all. Right? After all. What was a slayer without her watcher? She could maybe .. go as so far as to ask? What was a watcher without his, or her, slayer?
There was so much to take in and she was so tired. Mentally tired, emotionally tired was coming up as well, but physically? She carried herself and managed to make her way to the Hyperion. And if she really thought about it, maybe she could possibly admit that she was grateful for the two vampires she ran into on her way there. They took her mind off her worries, off how tired she was, and off the fact that she was about to meet the Slayer who'd come before her and the Slayer who had come after her. Both more or less ten years older than she currently was.
Kendra made it to the Hyperion, and she stood in front of the entrance. Standing there in a very rare moment of hesitation.