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"The thing is," Cole Turner mused aloud, his brow wrinkling, "they can never really understand. They say they do, but they can't. They're mortal- and we will live forever, or at least until one of their kind vanquishes us- whether through potions and incantations or stakes and sunlight, it's all the same, really."
Angel nodded thoughtfully, the usual brooding expression present on his face.
"They are so young," he replied. "They have not seen what we have seen. They have not done what we have done, hurt others as we have others. They will always have a certain innocence about them- something that one loses only when one loses mortality."
"It can be so utterly exasperating, that innocence," Cole muttered. "That persistence in believing that no matter what, it will all work out in the end. That everyone is good at heart. And yet... somehow it is so... endearing. So seductive. So..."
"Beautiful," Angel finished quietly, his words reflecting a subtle emotion that he rarely showed through tone. Cole met his eyes, and their shared understanding was prominent.
"Yes, dammit," Cole said hoarsely. "Beautiful."
They stood together, heads bowed in silence, their thoughts differing, yet connected. A vampire with a soul and a demon with a moral human side, both plagued with loves doomed from the start. For how could a Slayer be with a vampire, a Charmed one with a source of evil?
"The thing is," Cole said at last, "that they are sources of good. They fight evil- we are evil. Or we can be, when we do not consciously fight against it. That- those just don't go together."
"No," Angel agreed, his tone heavier than usual. "They can't."
"But... dammit, that doesn't stop a guy from remembering," Cole sighed, his shoulders slumping, and he turned slightly from Angel's view. "That doesn't stop a guy from trying."
When Angel answered him, there was a strange huskiness to his voice, a deepening that, had Cole not known better, he might have mistaken for tears. As it was, this was as nearly close to such a display of emotion as Angel could- or would have ever allowed himself- to display.
"No," he said, "no, it doesn't..."