Showing posts with label 8-Circuit Model of Consciousness. Show all posts
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Sunday 13 November 2022

I Wouldn't Presume to Know What She Wants.














INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 

A downtrodden Wesley sits in Angel's office, explaining the situation. 

WESLEY (deadpan) :
I didn't send her. 
We were discussing Gunn. 
I explained his situation
our inability to get him out. 
She nodded, created a portal
and disappeared

ANGEL (irritated
So she's just, what, helping you out? 
She's your little helper

WESLEY 
I would hardly call her— 

ANGEL 
Well, she sure was helpful beatin' me up. 
Wes, do you have any idea 
why she's doing all this for you? 

WESLEY 
Does it matter? She may be able 
to get him out

ANGEL 
Or she might get him killed
It doesn't track, Wes. 
Why would she take on 
any risk for us? 

WESLEY 
I doubt this poses a risk to her. 
She has The Power of a God. 

ANGEL 
She has The Ego of a God. 

WESLEY 
She was Ruler of The World, after all. 
This sort of thing goes to one's head

ANGEL 
Apparently. 

WESLEY 
I am making progress. 
There is distance, of course. 
She would never accept 
any of us as peers. But... 
I afford Her some amusement 
at the very least. 

It may be why She's 
still here

ANGEL 
She's still here because this place reeks of 
Influence. She had everything, Wes.
 Everything. You think she's not lookin' 
to get that back

WESLEY 
I wouldn't presume to know What She Wants. 
But I understand the resource
The Power she represents. 

If we could just find some way 
to integrate her, to 
convince her to — 

ANGEL 
To do what? Join The Team? 

A portal appears in Angel's office, 
and Illyria brings Gunn through it, 
pushing him to the floor 
at her feet

ANGEL 
Gunn. 

WESLEY 
(stands to face them, backs up 
to stand closer to Angel
Illyria

ILLYRIA 
(grabs Gunn by The Throat and 
lifts him into the air; Gunn gags
This Thing... 

ANGEL 
(approaches Illyria confrontationally
Let him go

ILLYRIA 
It's important to you. 

WESLEY 
(softly
Illyria, stop

ILLYRIA 
It holds value — Worth 
beyond price. 

ANGEL (angrily) :
I said, let him— 

WESLEY 
(touches Angel's arm, steps forward)
Yes, great worth. A great debt
You're talking of 
The Debtaren't you... 
of What We Owe You? 

ILLYRIA 
(Gunn grunts as she drops him 
and he falls to the ground
Of What You Owe Me. 
(walks out of the office

ANGEL 
(watches Illyria leave, 
then smirks to Wesley
Go Team