Narration(Xander): I think of how she looked earlier today...mid swing...furious, out of control. So irresistibly confident.

Kore: What do you want this time?

Xander: Don't you dare talk to me that way.

Narration(Xander): And it breaks. Her hands go down. There is something that she cares enough about...to fight for. Someday soon, it'll be me.