I do not own any of the characters in the following, they all belong to Whedon or Laurel K.
This takes place from Anita's point of view.
She understands when no one else does.
She understands that while you can bring yourself to love those that love you…in the end you’re just using them. That their love is what helps you feel through the pain, through every death you’ve caused.
She understands what it means to have to hide weapons under cloths well enough to still be “pretty”. That wanting to be soft once in awhile shouldn’t have to be a secret.
She understands about loving stuffed animals, that having one can let you pretend to be normal for awhile. That the blank face of a squishable friend can at times be more comforting than another person.
She understands what it means to understand you might have to kill the man you love.
She understands what it’s like to be alone, with people who insist they can empathize; but cannot. That you are the only one who has gone through the exact situations and events, and even if the others have observed them, they cannot truly understand.
Seeing her blonde head shine as she bounces in the sun, it’s easy to wave to her, because she understands.
Laughing at the people screaming in the movies and looking over and seeing her eyes, she understands how to love the bad makeup and cheesy shower scenes of those bit rate horrors.
When you just have to be alone or you just need to hurt something, she understands. It’s less of not being able to stand being around people, but of them reacting differently when they discover you have those needs.
She understands the comfort in and of Death. Not the man, but the most quiet of gifts.
She understands, and for that she has a place in her heart.