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Tara grins broadly at the students as they enter, her good mood almost super-human.

"Hey. Only three weeks until the end of term, huh? I don't know about you, but that kind of snuck up on me! So today we've got a pretty heavy discussion topic, and I want you to remember that this is just a class. Emo Closet is there if you need it, although I hope we call all be gentle enough with one another that it won't be necessary, okay?

"Because today, folks, we're going to be talking about rape - and all I'm going to ask you folks to do is define it."

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"I'm sorry," Tara replies. "I tried to make sure this class wasn't about that. We're supposed to be talking about the fringe issues, the ones that are debatable, not..."

She sighs.

"And the assault... I don't know what happened there. No-one has talked to me about it. I assumed it was physical, not... not this. I'm sorry."

"You, more than anyone, knows about him, and what he was," Parker points at Angel. "Or should. Fringe issues, my ass. Assign a paper. Asign a research project, outside of here. Don't ask us to be detached and calm and rational about this."

She's actually being rude to a teacher. In class. What the hell, go for broke.

"I'm outta here." She turns on her heel and heads for the door. "The closet's too damn crowded, and you might need it for someone who's really upset."

"It wasn't rape," Logan explained to Tara in a low voice. "But he threatened Rory - if the spell hadn't kicked in when it did..." He swallowed. "But it did."

"I'm sorry," Tara whispers. "I... I didn't know. I... I'm so sorry."

"That's the point," Angel said. "You can't know. It's an act of violation that by very definition destroys the victim well after the fact and encourages them to be silent about it. Now if Angelus was here he'd be loving this class right now. But instead you've got me, who'd love to know why you brought it up without any understanding of the damage it could do."

She looks at him, eyes sad and shadowed. "Because if I can talk about it, anyone can. Because making it a taboo gives it more power over the victim."

"Yeah, well, a little warning would've been nice," Logan muttered, looking in the direction Rory had run off.

"There's a difference between your therapy session and theirs," Angel said to Tara. "It's not for you to decide when people should talk about this. Which is ironic because I seem to recall an Ethics class on that very subject. Guess you didn't get those notes."

"No, it's not my job to decide when people should talk about this. It is my job to ask the hard questions."

"Sure, and who cares if people get hurt when it happens since hey, you've got a closet for it," Angel replied with a broad sweep of his arm towards the back room. "Which is kinda like me saying it's a-okay for me to maim people since this school's got a clinic, but I'm sure there's an Ethics class coming up which explains that one too."

"Stop." Tara tells him, her voice barely a whisper. "You've made your point. Just... stop now."

"I thought it was okay for you to send people to the clinic," Logan said, lifting his cast-wrapped arm slightly. "Didn't even give you detention, did they?"

"Not about you and me right now, Logan," Angel said.

Logan stood up and shoved his desk in Angel's direction, knocking it to the ground. "It was a few minutes ago, when you were trying to protect me from the 'trauma' of this discussion." He slapped both hands down on Angel's desk and looked Angel in the eye. "Teach says we're talking about rape. Wanna share the attacker's perspective? Since you're an expert in that area."

Angel stared Logan down. "Not especially. As I have a soul now and don't get off on watching people suffer."

Logan knelt on the ground, folded his arms on the desk and rested his chin on them, grinning coldly at Angel. "Oh, come on. It'll be educational! You do so love to lecture."

"No." Angel - as stoic as ever - got out of his chair and went to the other side of the room, taking his things with him.

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