You are talking crazy-person talk. Put your words in word places please. It has nothing to do with me. You can't take the sky from me. Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes. Anyone in this much pain prays, or at least curses. From beneath you, it devours. First of all, Feng Shui up the yin yang, also I designed parts of it but I did not design the stone cold foxes in the small clothes and the ample massage facilities. Basically, this is what some of your more famous serial killers' brains look like. I, Anya, promise to love you, to cherish you, to honor you, but not to obey you, of course, because that's anachronistic and misogynistic and who do you think you are, like a sea captain or something?
I'm the one who brings about the thought-pocalypse. What did I say to you about barging into my shuttle? With any luck, he'll poke the wrong one and end up in an alternative dimension inhabited by a fifty-foot Giles that squishes annoying teeny pirates. So we'll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God's creation of Eden. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after. She came from the grave much graver. I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.
She is the slayer. Time is what turns kittens into cats.