“So,” Ash demands, “You were in Berlin at the time of the
Weimar?”
“Yes, we were.”
“How was that?”
“It was...” Wesley pauses for a moment, smiling as he tries to
find the right words. “It was the most magical place to be, alive
with possibility and wonder. I didn't see it at first, I saw
imbalance and the Weave on every corner, but they did. And I came to
see it through their eyes, and it was wonderful.”
“That's certainly one way to describe it,” Ash spits with
contempt.
“I'm sorry?”
“I was there, a great many of us were.”
“I know,” Wesley replies, “The first time I saw one I thought
he was there for us.”
