:Spike: I wanted to kill you. I think they were dreams. So weak… you made me weak, thinking of you. Holding myself, spilling useless buckets of salt all over your…. ending. Angel, he should’ve warned me. Makes a good show of forgetting, but it’s here. In me. All the time. I wanted to give you what you deserve. And I got it. They put the spark in me and all it does is burn.
:Buffy: Your soul?
:Spike: Bit worse for lack of use.
:Buffy: You got your soul back? How?
:Spike: It’s what you wanted right? It’s… t’s what you wanted right? And-and now everybody’s in here….. talking. Everyone I-and HIM. And it. The other thing. Beneath… Beneath you. Everybody. They all just tell me go. Go… to Hell.
:Buffy: Why? Why would you do that?
:Spike: Buffy, shame on you. Why does a man do what he musn’t? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would nev-To be a kind of man. And she will look upon him with forgiveness… and everybody will forgive and love. And he will be loved. So everything’s okay, right? C-can we rest now? Buffy? Can we rest?