Dr. Andre Gorobec: Why is there a window?
Dr. Thomas Kruvajan: They feel that the witch might rise again, and maintain that a cross visible through the glass will keep her nailed down forever.
Dr. Thomas Kruvajan: They feel that the witch might rise again, and maintain that a cross visible through the glass will keep her nailed down forever.
Sypha: You found a new toy?
Trevor: (brandishes cross blade) Not a toy.
Sypha: What on earth is it?
Trevor: Well... the story goes that a mad Norwegian vampire hunter went to India, and he convinced the weapons-master of the Raja-Putra clans to make him... this... thing. There's only one. I saw drawings of it in my mother's books, but the real question is how it ended up here. (spins the blade) See? Sign of the cross!
Sypha: (hums unimpressed) Did the vampire hunter die in India? Because Hindu vampires wouldn't have the faintest idea why he was waving a cross at them.
Trevor: Actually, no... You see, vampires are basically an evolved predator species, so their eyesight is pretty different to ours. Turns out that if you put a big geometric shape right up close in their field of vision, it confuses the shit out of their brains and, you know, makes them panic.
Trevor: (brandishes cross blade) Not a toy.
Sypha: What on earth is it?
Trevor: Well... the story goes that a mad Norwegian vampire hunter went to India, and he convinced the weapons-master of the Raja-Putra clans to make him... this... thing. There's only one. I saw drawings of it in my mother's books, but the real question is how it ended up here. (spins the blade) See? Sign of the cross!
Sypha: (hums unimpressed) Did the vampire hunter die in India? Because Hindu vampires wouldn't have the faintest idea why he was waving a cross at them.
Trevor: Actually, no... You see, vampires are basically an evolved predator species, so their eyesight is pretty different to ours. Turns out that if you put a big geometric shape right up close in their field of vision, it confuses the shit out of their brains and, you know, makes them panic.
Darla: (Pressing a cross to Angel's bare chest, which sizzles and smokes upon contact.) You see, no matter how good a boy you are, God doesn't want you!... But I still do.
