Angel pinned Wesley against the wall with one hand, eyes narrowing angrily.
"What the hell did you do?" he yelled.
"What I had to," the Brit replied calmly.
"I don't remember seeing 'Stab Gunn' on the agenda this morning!" Angel snapped.
"I avoided the major organs. He'll probably live." Wesley shrugged, nonchalant.
Angel shoved Wesley again, the Watcher's head hitting the wall with some force.
"Is that supposed to make it alright?"
"Nothing is alright!" Wesley shouted. "Nothing will ever be alright."
"We'll get her back, Wes." Angel released Wesley and took a step back.
"No, we won't. Fred's soul..." Wesley wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Her soul was destroyed resurrecting Illyria."
"Are you sure?" Angel asked.
Wesley nodded.
"What about Gunn?" Angel questioned.
"He let the sarcophagus into Wolfram and Hart. What he knew, when he knew it, it doesn't change what happened! He let her die," Wesley replied, venom in his tone.
"So did I," Angel said softly. "At the Well in England, there was a way to save Fred, but only if thousands of others died in her place. As much as I love Fred, I couldn't let that happen. Look, I need you to bury it, Wes. Everything you're feeling, everyone you wanna hurt. I need you to put it aside and focus on what has to be done."
"Illyria," Wesley said.
"We need to stop her, before she - "
"Unleases bloody hell on Earth?" Spike quipped.