Buffy grabs Andrew and dangles him over the Seal, knife at the ready. She tells him that his blood on the Seal might save the world. "Does it buy it all back? Are you redeemed?" she demands. Andrew admits, "No." And we have the single sad tear of white-boy weenie redemption. Wherein Andrew finally becomes human enough to realize that getting killed is actually scary and might hurt. Andrew weeps that he knew Warren wasn't really Warren but he listened anyway and killed Jonathan. Andrew's face contorts in sobs as he says, "And now you're going to kill me and I'm scared and I'm going to die and this...this is what Jonathan felt." We watch a tear drip onto the Seal, which goes dark. Buffy drops Andrew and tells him that the Seal "didn't want blood. It wanted tears." Thus proving that the Seal has a firm grasp of cliché and is rather smurfy under its gruff exterior. Andrew wants to know what would have happened if the tears didn't work, but Buffy doesn't answer him. I'm not sure I get where she's going with that but I'm almost at the end of this episode and my care-o-meter has stopped working. I tried taking it to the shop, but apparently it's busted beyond all hope of repair. Buffy walks out. Andrew picks up his camera and follows behind her. One thing, though -- have we seen the last of the Seal? Buffy and the gang didn't know that some students had made it all glowy this episode, so I assume they researched a solution to actually disable it, yet all we saw was that it stopped glowing. Did the tears effect a permanent solution or a temporary one?
Upstairs, all the students stop attacking Wood and Spike. The kids wander off vaguely, probably thinking that their mothers will never buy this excuse as to why they ruined another pair of perfectly good sneakers. "She got it done," says Wood, regarding Buffy. I think he's trying to be the guy that says the title in every episode, but he's obviously confused as to which episode he's in.
Casa Summers. Nerd Cam shot of Andrew in the bathroom. "Here's the thing, I killed my best friend. There's a big fight coming and I don't know what's going to happen. I don't even think I'm going to live through it. That's, uh, probably the way it should be. I guess I " Andrew looks down and to the side, upset, before switching the camera off. He has no more stories to tell. I wonder what sort of character he'll be now?