[ 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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[ 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.