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Into every generation a slayer is born.
One girl in all the world.
She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness.
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.
I know that I'm a monster,
but you treat me like a man.
I don't know how to live in this world, if these are the choices,
if everything just gets stripped away.
Mom!
I don't see the point.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day.
Part of you is desperate to know: "what's it like?",
"where does it lead you?".
Every Slayer... has a death wish.
Even you.
Death is your gift.
There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil.
And that's us.
To win this war,
to save the world...
it's about power.
No weapons, no friends, no hope.
Take all that away and what's left?
Me.
You're just a girl.
That's what I keep saying.