[ buffy finds the question to be rather...eh. it's difficult for her to appreciate a quest for power when she hasn't had to look for much her entire life. the girl has had power thrust upon her. and yet...
it’s about power: who’s got it, who knows how to use it. buffy taps her pencil on the journal's mostly-blank page as she considers her answer. because she is going to answer -- not because she's interested in philosophizing about power with this anonymous writer but because the writer is anonymous. why, after all, would someone get their icognito on in order to ask about power?
she finds herself piqued. hooked. curious. ]
Your question needs a little friendly clarification, here. What kind of power are we talking about? Strength? Influence? The ability to turn light fixtures on and off with the clap of a hand?
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it’s about power: who’s got it, who knows how to use it. buffy taps her pencil on the journal's mostly-blank page as she considers her answer. because she is going to answer -- not because she's interested in philosophizing about power with this anonymous writer but because the writer is anonymous. why, after all, would someone get their icognito on in order to ask about power?
she finds herself piqued. hooked. curious. ]
Your question needs a little friendly clarification, here. What kind of power are we talking about? Strength? Influence? The ability to turn light fixtures on and off with the clap of a hand?