With two sets of memories separating and converging in his head, Wesley could see more clearly than ever before how each decision came with so many potential results. His mistakes were lined up for him to look at, and the fact that he could see how they'd been made didn't give him any consolation at all.
"I can't..." He swallowed, looked from the canisters to Spike. "What do you think?"
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Date: 2004-01-12 02:20 pm (UTC)"I can't..." He swallowed, looked from the canisters to Spike. "What do you think?"