He was well aware that he'd made bad moves, even with the chip. Even when he was being downright heroic. It was why he went for his soul. He found himself his own moral compass that wasn't named Buffy Summers.

But he'd never call himself a good man without his soul. Not a hero. Just decent. As vampires go.

"I've already done it, Buffy. A hundred times over. More times than I can remember. I don't fancy doing it again. But death doesn't quite take in this place, does it? I can deal. It's what us souled vampires do."

It was a rare moment where he felt solidarity with Angel on anything. But this was one of those times.