The victory over Marcus felt hollow. They had stopped a weapon, but they had broken a person to do it. The locket in Angel's pocket felt heavy.
The team was falling apart. Not from fighting, but from living. The constant moving. The fear. The cold food and the bad smells. The look in people's eyes when they didn't trust you anymore.
Cordelia missed her old life. She didn't say it, but Angel could tell. She stared at fashion magazines in trash cans too long.
Wesley was becoming a ghost. He spent all his time reading, trying to find an answer in old books. His hands shook sometimes.
Gunn was all anger. He wanted to hit something he could see. But the enemy was a fog. It was lawyers and papers and whispers.
They were helping fewer people. It was harder to find those who needed them. The
