Buffy and Willow - “In every generation, one Slayer is born, because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men. This woman is more powerful than all of them combined.”
Buffy: How you doing? Willow. Super. What was I thinking, using stairs all this time? Buffy: Okay. Will— Willow: No, really, Buffy. It’s not as scary as I thought. Buffy: No. It’s not what I was gonna say. I just…I’m sorry. I hate that things have been so strained between all of us. Willow: It’s not your fault. Spike stirred up trouble. Buffy: Yeah, but I think trouble was stir-uppable. I think we’ve all sort of drifted apart this year, don’t you? Willow: Maybe a little. But, you know, first year of college, it’s hard to keep the old high school gang together. Buffy: But I want it together. Will, I miss you. And Giles, and Xander. And it is my fault. I’ve been wrapped up in my own stuff, I’ve been a bad friend. Willow: You’re the Slayer, Buffy. Your stuff is pretty crucial. Buffy: I mean Riley. And…Riley, mostly. Willow: Well, I haven’t been Miss Available either. I—I kept secrets. I hid things from everyone. Buffy: That’s not your fault. Will, you were going through something huge. Willow: I wanted to tell you, but I was so scared. Buffy: You can tell me anything. I love you. You’re my best friend. Willow: Me, too. I love you too. Buffy: Let’s promise to never not talk again. Willow: I promise, I promise.