Right and Wrong
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Right and Wrong
Whistler knew exactly when she arrived. It wasn’t that difficult, really. Ascended beings weren’t exactly subtle when they came down to this plane of existence. Moving between the different planes wasn’t easy, and the magic used for it can be detected by any magic-user near it.
“You do realize that you’re supposed to be dead and not here, right?” said Whistler without looking away from his book.
“You had no right. None of you did,” was Cordelia’s answer to Whistler. She took a look at him. “I imagined you different.”
“Sorry to disappoint you. How did you find out?”
“Tara told me. I like her. She’s a bit shy, but I’m sure that I can fix that.”
“Tara? Well, that’s unexpected,” commented the demon. He left the book over the table and rose from his seat by the fire. “So, kid, why exactly are you paying me a visit?”
“Didn’t you hear me when I arrived?”
“Ah! That. The Powers thought that it would be a good idea to help them a bit.”
“Help? You changed them!” The demon opened his mouth again, but she interrupted him before he got the chance to talk. “I’m not talking about the extra strength!”
“They’ll need all the help they can get to make things right. They’ll need both time and strength.”
“Fine, so there’s a bunch of destinies that need to be fixed, but, why them? They’re not the Council. And it wasn’t all the Council’s fault! The Powers are also guilty.”
“The Powers can’t intervene, kid. Your friends took over the Council and its possessions; they were the logical option,” said Whistler.
Cordelia narrowed her eyes at him and took a step towards the demon, who couldn’t help but take a step back when he saw the look on her eyes.
“Help, you say? Then, let’s make a deal.”
“And why would I listen to it?”
“Remember Buffy’s threat?”