[There is no fear in Beatrix's eyes as she looks at Dean; they're too cold and unfeeling for something so human as that emotion. She's been pushed beyond the brink of fearing pain or death anymore, and nothing about him worries her beyond his sympathy for Anya.
So she sighs, pulls her fingers from Anya's eye-socket, and wipes the blood on the girl's already-stained face and hair. She takes one step to the side, Anya's knife in her left hand, and gestures toward her with her right.]
I'll give her to you under one condition. Let me see you finish her.
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Date: 2013-10-28 12:13 am (UTC)So she sighs, pulls her fingers from Anya's eye-socket, and wipes the blood on the girl's already-stained face and hair. She takes one step to the side, Anya's knife in her left hand, and gestures toward her with her right.]
I'll give her to you under one condition. Let me see you finish her.