Future!Anya and Future!Xander
Xander had been soaking in his own anger. Jacen was back. The Winchester was back. They had ruined what he and Eve had created. Their deal. The one thing he could use to his advantage in order to get the others out safely in time if he didn't find a way to get them out before it was too late. He could offer more people. He could figure out how to make it work. But would Eve want to deal with him now that she had lost what he had given her? He could always point out that those were her prisoners to keep track of. Their escape had nothing to do with him. But that would have been useless, as she would have argued that he was the one who betrayed the information about them in the first place.
Fuck it all to hell.
Fist slamming into the wall, Xander glared off at the ceiling. He was going to get out of here. No matter what it took. He had to fix this.
He looked up at the sound of footsteps. Glare still locked on at full, Xander located the older Anya and scowled. "What would you possibly want to come in here for?"