And ... I sobbed through the whole thing. Sobbed, and whined and wailed and cried and hurt. It was every bit as harrowing as I originally experienced. It's an utterly beautiful episode - the jarring light, the offbalance camera work, the disorientation, the pounding silence. The disconnection and surreality. The horribleness as Buffy tries to cope her way through what is happening.
And the fleeting moments of relief which actually compound the hurt. Anya is just ... she gets me in the end the most "she'll never have fruit punch again. Never yawn or brush her hair ... and I don't know WHY!" Utterly broke me at that point.
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I'm left pondering the whole brain tumour thing - was it that Dawn's presence distorted reality or the energy balance and an effect of that was the brain tumour. Was it that Buffy could either have a sister or a mother but not both? Or was it that ... things do just happen. They just do. Horrible, unfair things. And part of life is dealing and learning to cope. And ... it just is.
Dawn's presence in the show did a very important thing, I think. She changed Buffy and her mother's relationship. She made them a family, which I don't think they were before then. She gave a centre of focus for Buffy and her mother to pull together on. And we saw a relationship between Buffy and Joyce that was not really there before. In a way, I think the key was also a key to Buffy finding a mother. A real mother who truly understood her. At least that's how Season 5 feels.
Now the aftermath. Which I shall endure after the Swancon meeting today.