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Justine clumsily gathers Angelus' child in her arms, flinching when she realises she almost ran him through with the knife. Then she's running for the car, juggling knife and child.
A life in her hands. A life in –
A life saved. That's what matters. Not who she killed, not whatever vampire killed her sister, not the past. Just the future. She, Daniel, the child... three lonely people making a new life together.
Her battered face hurts as she straps him into the baby seat, her hands slippery with Wesley's blood. She's got responsibility now. Human beings are so very fragile.