It was always with a deep sense of satisfaction and immediate regret that Spike was always able to tear straight away at the heart of her problems and expose them. That was how it was now. He'd been on the money and now he could see it. She really had lost her mojo. She was hurting. Broken. But not in the way he'd seen her before. She had a will to live.

But the fight wasn't in her anymore.

It wasn't in him so much anymore. He backed off a step, looking away instead. Suddenly feeling the need to be less confrontational and more helpful. Like old times, really. He took the mug from the counter to the sink and filled it with water. Keep the blood from drying inside it.

"Well you've got me here now, don't you? I'm not empty quite yet."