Face to face.
Gunn stared at the creature viciously shaking the bars of the cage. He turned, a cold shudder travelling down his spine as his gaze rested on the identical features of his friend. “So how’s this work again?”
“According to Giles it’s called a Ferula-Gemina, it splits you into two sides of your personality--one in each body,” Angel answered.
“So… if we stake him…?”
“Don’t know. Wesley’s researching that now.” With a groan Angel sat; eyes drifting closed, blood seeping through his bandages.
“Doesn’t matter,” a cold voice whispered against Gunn's ear, “you won’t live long enough to find out.”