[ he wasn't going anywhere, but the grip on his wrist gets a shallow breath anyway. spike knows they're both too stubborn, there's not a lot of other places this line of thinking can go. she thinks she can save him, but spike is already dead. if they get out of here then he assumes he goes back to being a pile of dust. (little does he know...) ] You don't mean that. [ it's gentle, and there's a wan smile to go along. ] What about Dawn? Harris? Your merry band of girls. I know you miss it already.
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