[She was about to ask him if he meant Jack Sparrow when--Bearded angry men? A scythe? Her eyes narrow and her face contorts into a kind of worrying concern. It had been a joke, before. But this?
Buffy stands, reaching out and settling her palm lightly on Sokka's shoulder.] What colour was the scythe? [Her voice is quiet, but insistent. Not quite the happy-go-snarky tone the girl normally sports.] Was it red? Was it like--like the colour of my wings?
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Buffy stands, reaching out and settling her palm lightly on Sokka's shoulder.] What colour was the scythe? [Her voice is quiet, but insistent. Not quite the happy-go-snarky tone the girl normally sports.] Was it red? Was it like--like the colour of my wings?