[Even though Giles still refuses to look at Paprika, he is evidently touched by her reassurance. For a moment, he looks almost peaceful.
But then he seems to remember something. And Giles laughs, and the sound is more than a little manic, more than a little hysterical.]
Perhaps it's best if you leave, Paprika. I'd like for you to go on believing that.
[Almost on cue, the library is gone and they're back in the town. They're standing in an old, abandoned lot, at the base of a rickety metal tower that looms against the black sky. A fight is going on around them, but the men and women in the shapeless gray clothes with identical expressions of thoughtless anger are being driven back by Giles' friends. Giles himself is in the shadows, watching as Buffy stands over a badly injured man on the ground.]
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But then he seems to remember something. And Giles laughs, and the sound is more than a little manic, more than a little hysterical.]
Perhaps it's best if you leave, Paprika. I'd like for you to go on believing that.
[Almost on cue, the library is gone and they're back in the town. They're standing in an old, abandoned lot, at the base of a rickety metal tower that looms against the black sky. A fight is going on around them, but the men and women in the shapeless gray clothes with identical expressions of thoughtless anger are being driven back by Giles' friends. Giles himself is in the shadows, watching as Buffy stands over a badly injured man on the ground.]
...it's probably best if you leave now, actually.