Victory felt like clean air in her lungs, like the tight grip of her sister's hand in her own, like the ache that filled her whole body and reminded her that she and all the people she cared about were still alive. It sounded like Tara's voice, clear and confident once more, and like Giles' footsteps behind her, always reassuring.
One look at the car parked in front of her house and Buffy's steps quickened. Another look revealed Wesley behind the wheel and Cordy sitting on the front stoop.
"Angel?"
Cordelia looked down.
Victory tasted like ashes in her mouth.
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