| Summary: After seeing her mother at Piper's wedding, old feelings of anger are stirred up in Prue. When she sees a black cloud following a woman and finds out that the cloud is actually the Angel of Death, she vows to not let him take any more of her innocents. |
| Prue: You know, I don�t get it. Phoebe: Wait, what don�t you get? Prue: That you just spent an hour of your life building something that is just gonna be completely, completely destroyed and disappear in about five seconds flat. Piper: Fine, but I still don�t understand why my sisters can�t come. I mean, we could just do a group hug thing. Leo: Look, I can orb you because you�re my wife, but I�m not a cosmic taxi for the whole family. Phoebe: No, but it does have a vanquish. Do you wanna see it? Cole: Oh, no. Last time I touched that book, it electrocuted me. Phoebe: Uh, pardon the potential understatement of a clich�, but you look like you�ve seen a ghost. Leo: Angel of Death isn�t evil. Prue: The hell he isn�t. And if I can see him, that must mean that I�m supposed to stop him. Leo: Prue, you can�t stop him. The Angel of Death always gets what he comes for. Prue: Yeah, well, not this time. Cole: If the demons get to you, they�ll find out the way to get to me is to kill Phoebe, and I can�t let that happen. Reese: You say demon? Cole: I don't mean it as a metaphor. Seeker: Well, well, well. The mighty Belthazor in bed with a witch. Prue: Don�t make me sick. Phoebe: They retreated? Prue: Yeah. I kicked ass. Cole: No, you kicked air. Death: You�re mad at me for taking Mommy. Prue: I told you not to talk about her. Death: What were you? Ten? I�m just guessing now. Prue: Just stop it! Death: Younger, I bet. And now you think by saving this, which is it, Davidson? You think you�ll have beat me somehow. Somehow you�ll have finally won. Prue: You don�t know me. You don�t know anything about me. Death: But I�ve seen it so many times before. The anger, the pain. You lock up your tears and angrily steel yourself against me as if I was the ultimate evil. Prue: You are the ultimate evil. Death: No, I�m not good or evil. I just am. I�m inevitable. Prue: Well, at least we saved one. Phoebe: Wow, did you hear that? You just reached innocent status. Death: You contemplating the tides? Can't control them anymore than me. Prue: Okay, I get that you're not evil, but what I don't get is why I wasn't supposed to fight the demons. Death: Well, you were alone and outnumbered. Prue: I still could've fought. Death: But you would've lost, Prue. |
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