Buffy wanted very much to take him at his words. To trust what he was telling her, although it was hard to trust an untrustworthy man. She had to continuously remind herself in a tiny little voice in the back of her mind that Spike had long been loyal in his own twisted way. It was more a case of wondering whether that loyalty was ever going to work against her, intentionally or not.
She believed that there was only one method in which to clear the bad air. There was a fundamental tragedy at the root of all this bickering and...
And she hated that she'd done this with him three times before now and that she had to do it again. Repetition did not make the facts any less painful.
"Look, Spike. You died."
You died and then you came back and then you didn't even look me up despite the fact that I was similarly callous in that I didn't send you a...fruit-basket. Or something.
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She believed that there was only one method in which to clear the bad air. There was a fundamental tragedy at the root of all this bickering and...
And she hated that she'd done this with him three times before now and that she had to do it again. Repetition did not make the facts any less painful.
"Look, Spike. You died."
You died and then you came back and then you didn't even look me up despite the fact that I was similarly callous in that I didn't send you a...fruit-basket. Or something.