"Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster. For when you gaze long into the abyss, it gazes also into you."

Victoria had gone tense from the moment Emy could be seen in the doorway, the sort of tension that took root in your whole body. Heart rate spiked, eyes narrowed, muscles were taut under her skin and her stance shifted to that of a certain feline grace; she held herself with an ease that belied the coiled steel under her skin. The chill had returned to her bones, and her eyes remained on the Slayer until she departed. Then the hazel orbs made their way to their 'librarian', remaining quiet until after Blaine had said his piece.

"You're a well-read man, Mr. Pierce, so I expect you know what that means. We weren't rescued last night. We weren't saved. That would imply that her primary, or at least secondary, goal was that we were okay. Our safety was an accident." The dark-haired girl looked troubled, or at least as close to it as she ever did. A mix of emotions flickered behind her eyes, the faintest changes to her expression giving hints as to her thoughts. "You weren't there. Her goal was to kill vampires, keeping them from killing us was an [i]accident[/i]. I doubt she even noticed we were there, not once she really got going. I think we happened to be the bait that lured them out, more than anything."

"I have seen greater mercy from a [i]vampire[/i], they at least kill their food after they're done playing." A pause, and she crossed her arms resolutely. She fixed the Watcher with a hard, cautious stare. "I don't assume that she'll save us again. I'm not sure I want her to."

"What about you, Mr. Pierce? Is that the sort of behavior we should expect from your order?" She gestured with a hand towards the gang gathered in the room, before tucking it under her arm again. "I can't speak for anyone else here, but I find it a little hard to trust someone like that."

"Say what you will about us, but I've never had to be scared of my friends."