[The Slayer and the vampire start to fight, each blow expressing ferocity and hate on a primal level. This is an old fight, a habitual fight, one they've fought many times before. Giles watches them calmly. He glances over at Paprika as she approaches, and then looks back. He's incredibly pale and, while the rest of the dream is stark and nightmarish, he seems slightly...faded.]
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You picked an unfortunate time to drop by.