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Just leave. Please.

[Wes honestly can't tell. And even if Damon's only badly hurt, would it make any difference? He's failed to achieve what he set out to, and now he has alienated more people. He lets out a resigned sigh and drops his hands, standing back up again and moving to follow Lana out. Morgana seems determined to tend to the body and he doubts she'll want any kind of assistance from him.

As he walks back along the tunnel with Lana, Wes passes a weary hand over his eyes.]

This doesn't change anything. Killing him will simply give him two weeks time out and then he'll return and we'll be back where we started.

[ she gives morgana a last look before walking out with wesley, re-holstering her gun and slipping it back into her purse. she doesn't say anything at first, because he's right. at least, if she actually killed him.

she is still hoping she didn't. if so, wesley's fears are null. she hopes. she hopes that damon won't make her regret this ]

Then we'll start differently. You can't keep him all to yourself. Everyone else he hurt has a right in saying what happens to him.

Of course, everybody thinks he's gone home now. I have a feeling his brother isn't going to be happy, not to mention anyone else he has wrapped around his finger. How do you plan on handling that?

I had thought that the truth would be sufficient to keep those who know Damon from forming a rabid lynch mob.

[He says it dryly, not at all under the illusion that he would have had an easy time of it.]

But perhaps I was being too optimistic. I am not without friends myself. But I don't want this to become a feud if I can help it. I shall have to think on how I will deal with it. At least I have some protection from their mind-powers.

[He pulls out the silver chain from around his neck and shows her the vervain-infused pendant]

I trust that you do too?

[ she looks away while touching the bracelet around her wrist. to admit damon gave it to her might seem insane ]

I put it in my coffee every morning. I can't believe you actually thought he was compelling me. Do you think I'm an idiot?

Was I implying that you were? Lilah is certainly no idiot. Illyria is a Demon-God-king but still she couldn't identify him as her attacker.

[He shakes his head, stowing the necklace away again.]

Damon may not be subtle in some ways, but his powers are not trivial and he clearly is an adept at using compulsion to get what he wants and conceal the truth. You may have been compelled at one time and not even remember it. To trust him in certain situations. Or to help or protect him if he needs it. Willow can magically test for it if you ever decide that you want to know for certain if you mind has been tampered with.

I don't know Lilah or Illyria [ having seen lilah twice really didn't equate to knowing ] but you told me about vervain. Did you think I wouldn't listen?

[ she purses her lips in irritation. feeling like she's being lectured, like she was too stupid to know any better, only makes her feel defensive. before they reach the opening of the cave, she stops and turns to face him ]

I know exactly what Damon is, Wesley! He's never even tried being nice to me in all the time we've known each other. He's never hesitated to threaten me, to try to scare me, or make a fool of me!

But he saved my life. From his brother, who is the one you should really be careful of. Anybody with brain can see Damon is bad news. But Stefan is the one who will lure you in with tales of redemption and sweet promises.

I saved him from your torture because he saved me from dying. That's the only reason. Don't think I would ever let any man make a fool out of me ever again!

[ of course poor wesley would have no idea what she's talking about, but she doesn't care. she's at her wit's end, still unsure of what it is she's done here, and with that she's turning to stalk out of the tunnel's exit and over to her horse that's tied up next to morgana's.

she climbs on, looking down at him ]

I know you had good intentions. But think of the people around you next time you go on a vengeance spree.

[ and with a kick, she's urging her horse off into a gallop. you can find your own ride back to the castle, bro ]

[Wesley watches her go, his expression rueful and conflicted. Is that what it had been? A vengeance spree? He'd removed a dangerous criminal from society. Ended an escalating series of attacks on innocent people. Freed Lilah from her enslaved mind and stopped her from being victimised further. He'd done the community a favour. Or so he had told himself.

But the victory had rung hollow. And now, is it even that? He hasn't managed to get Damon to sign a confession and now he has at least two people (besides Lilah and Damon) who know what he has done in the name of just revenge. It's only a matter of time before word gets out. Will there be a retaliation from Damon's supporters? Only time will tell. He needs to decide what to tell his own friends.

Wes begins the long trudge back to town, his head bowed and his thoughts troubled.]

[ When he can hear their voices fading in the distance, a croaked noise comes from Damon's lips and he gasps back to life. His eyes open and he begins to cough, grunting and whining in pain as he tries to move but finds himself incapable. A human mummy, that's what he's been reduced to. And it was fucking Wesley. He reaches his hand out to grip Morgana's knee, because all he can do is move it that far, and his grip is noticeably weak. ]

Help me.

You...

[ There's a weak, grunted breath as she hits him, and it's followed by a weak chuckle. ]

Yeah, I know. Yell at me later. [ He tries to budge and it's evident in the way his body shifts, but he doesn't get anywhere. Fuck. ]

I will, you scared me.

Can you walk at all?

[ He grimaces as he's pulled to his feet, stiff and aching joints screaming as they try to budge, but he does manage to do some hobbling while leaning most of his weight on her. ]

A little. How far is the castle?

Too far to walk the entire way.

Edited 2011-08-02 02:33 (UTC)

[ He makes a grunting noise at that, still hobbling along towards the exit of the cave. ] Great. Stranded and -- [ he turns his head to spit out blood. fuck vervain. ] Deader than usual.

I do have a horse tied up outside, we're not completely stranded.

Oh, good. Horseback riding. [ He doesn't sound enthused. ] I haven't done that in ... a century. Should be like riding a bike, right? [ He lets a tired but amused look touch on his blood-caked, dried lips. ] Thanks.

If you wish, we can hobble along at this snail's pace instead. You caused me a great deal of trouble and I am still fairly angry.

...But you are welcome.

You weren't supposed to have to get involved. I had it under control until -- [ he coughs a little, grimacing. ] I can't believe she shot me.

Is that so? I certainly did not notice. What with you chained to the wall and unable to move. I believe she did it to save you.

[ He quiets. For a minute, there's something genuine on his face that kind of gives him away. There are feelings. He hates feelings. ]

I know. [ And it's boggling his mind. She saw something in him worth saving -- something human. After everything. Something he couldn't quite see in himself. ]

We're out.

It is up to you, hobble or horseback.

Tempting as hobbling is, I think I'll have to settle for the horse. [ He eyes it with a narrow look, groaning. ] Gonna need helping getting on it.

It goes without saying.

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