it lets him turn up, wrapped in a nice evening coat with embroidered scenes of long-tailed pheasants taking flight upon it, wrapped loose around him as he regards spike WITH JUDGMENT. ]
Tsk, look at you. What brought this degree of desperate pining on, anyways?
[ Spike is, in fact, very much on the ground when Set finds him. He's not so sure he'll ever be not on the ground again, with how dizzy he is, so he doesn't even try to sit up, hand still around the neck of a near-empty bottle as he sniffs, ]
[ Where she's alive and has broken your heart. Spike releases his grip on the bottle, watching through blurry eyes as it rolls toward the glowing logs of the fire. ]
She's the Slayer. She kills vampires. I'm a vampire, I kill Slayers.
Got it all...twisted. Somewhere down the line.
But she'll never love me back. 'Cause I don't have a soul.
My, that sounds terribly romantic for both of you. Imagine being so entwined, that you found affection amidst the most primal order to kill one another.
[ The bottle rolls a little further, shunted aside by the edge of Set's foot. He tucks the drape of his night coat into the crook of his elbows, and settles into a graceful heap next to Spike's messy sprawl. What a silly man. ]
What a silly man. [ He laughs. ] You have a soul. It is simply untethered.
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[ alarming! but? helpful?
it lets him turn up, wrapped in a nice evening coat with embroidered scenes of long-tailed pheasants taking flight upon it, wrapped loose around him as he regards spike WITH JUDGMENT. ]
Tsk, look at you. What brought this degree of desperate pining on, anyways?
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Told you. 's always Buffy.
Should've killed 'er when we first met.
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[ Rude as ever, he extends a foot and nudges at the bottle clutched in Spike's hand. Be done with it, buddy. ]
I can help you. Tell me about her, and you and her. What happened?
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She's the Slayer. She kills vampires. I'm a vampire, I kill Slayers.
Got it all...twisted. Somewhere down the line.
But she'll never love me back. 'Cause I don't have a soul.
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[ The bottle rolls a little further, shunted aside by the edge of Set's foot. He tucks the drape of his night coat into the crook of his elbows, and settles into a graceful heap next to Spike's messy sprawl. What a silly man. ]
What a silly man. [ He laughs. ] You have a soul. It is simply untethered.
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You're not wrong, actually. 'Bout the soul.
Could get it back. Dunno how I'd do it here, but I could--get it back. Put it right. For her.