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I'm Buffy.
Willow, right?
Xander.
Mr Giles.
Buffy Summers?
You are the Chosen One.
Giles, I'm sixteen years old.
I don't wanna die.
Do you think I chose to be like this?
Do you have any idea how lonely it is, how dangerous?
I would love to be upstairs watching TV or...
gossiping about boys or...
God, even studying!
But I have to save the world.
Again.
If it's guilt you're looking for, Buffy, I'm not your man.
All you will get from me is my support.
And my respect.
It's always complicated.
And at some point, someone has to draw the line
and that is always going to be me!
You get down on me for cutting myself off but...
in the end, the Slayer is always cut off.
There's no mystical guidebook, no all-knowing council.
Human rules don't apply.
There's only me.
I am the law.
There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil.
And that's us.
Mom?
Mommy?
MOM?!