[ he feels rather than hears someone shift beside him, whipping his head towards the movement as if it could be another threat. his breathing rachets up though the oxygen is useless for him, mouth falling slack as he takes in a familiar figure. the blood on her clothes unsettles him, but he can smell it even over the copper tang of the reset room. it's real, which must mean that so is she. but he's reaching out for her anyway, breath stuttering again when his fingers connect with her arm. ] Buffy? [ his voice is impossibly small and his eyes wide and wet. when did she get here? as happy as he is to see her, that can only mean the threat to this place is worse than he or faith could have imagined. ]
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