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Anya:Are they gonna cut the body open?
Willow:Oh my God! Would you just… stop talking? Just… shut your mouth! Please!
Anya:What am I doing?
Willow:How can you act like that?
Anya:Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?
Xander:Guys—
Willow:The way you behave—
Anya:Nobody will tell me.
Willow:Because it’s not okay for you to be asking these things!
Anya:But I don’t understand! I don’t understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she’s, there’s just a body, and I don’t understand why she just can’t get back in it and not be dead anymore! It’s stupid! It’s mortal and stupid! And, and Xander’s crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever, and she’ll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why.
Willow:We don’t know… how it works… why.