phone call @Buffy

Willow: [scrunches her eyes up to keep from crying, but it’s not doing any good.] The spell with the scythe. When I activated the Slayers. [She chokes on the last word. It hurts to know that this was bad and wrong, because she still doesn’t understand how or why that could be possible. But then that just proves how warped she is, if she can’t even see it, right?] I-It hurt the universe. And it’s all my fault.
Buffy: [feels as though she’s just been thrown into a lake in the middle of winter. She takes in a sharp breath] The scythe?[It hits her all at once. This is her fault. She asked Willow to do this. It was her idea.] But that was…[she can hardly get the words out without letting out a whimper or cry] All me. It was all me, Willow. [she covers the reciever with her hand and allows herself to cry, keeping as silent as possible. She took it away Willow’s “goodness”. She can’t help but feel as though she might be sick for the second time that evening.]
Willow: [blanches] N-no. No, Buffy. No, don’t say that. You’re…you’re Buffy. This isn’t…no, I’m the bad thing. I’m the stuff you kill so people will be safe, this isn’t like that. I did it, I’m the only one whose fault is. [She begins to cry again.] I keep hurting everything I care about. Buffy, this isn’t your fault. It’s me.
Buffy: [can hear Willow crying. None of this is right.] It was my idea, we did it together. [She’s not going to let Willow blame herself for this. It was a team effort. They both knew what they were doing.] You’re not going to say that. You are good. I know it, I feel it. What we did was right. [Through her tears she realizes something.] I don’t care what someone in another dimension or plane or whatever says. I’m here and you are good. This is where life is happening and we saved the world that day. [She has to stop and breathe because she’s talking so fast. She lets out a short sob, unable to stop crying.] You are good Willow. And even if you aren’t, I don’t care.