“Goddamit, Giles!” Buffy snapped at her former watcher. “I told you to stay in England.”
“I told you not to do this.” he snarled at her. “No offense, Wesley. Lately, she’s been acting rather rash.”
“Wes, ignore him, please.” Buffy told him. “You want your girlfriend back, don’t you? Fred had a vibrant, beautiful life ahead of her, and that ‘Illyria’ took it all away. I’m offering you a chance to be with your true love. Take it.”
“Wesley, don’t.” Giles warned.
“I don’t know.” Wesley spat. “Both of you are acting childish. What you’re asking, Buffy, goes against the rules of all magic. I don’t know that it can be done.”
“I already told you, it can.” Buffy muttered.
“If something went awry, if it backfired somehow, Angel would never forgive me.” Wesley reminded her.
“This is not Angel’s decision.” Buffy shouted. “He lost that right when he left. This is my life, my soul, and no one but me decides my fate! And I’m choosing to give Fred my soul.”
“I’m sorry.” Wesley shook his head. “I can’t let you do that.”
“You can’t stop me.” Buffy chuckled. “None of you can. I’m stronger than all of you put together, and I’m choosing this. Better say your prayers, Watcher-boys, because I’m about to make history…end.”