What I don’t appreciate is being called a freak. That’s my word, and I get cranky when people like you use it.
When I killed him, Angel was cured. Your spell worked at the last minute, Will. I was about to take him out, and something went through him… and he was Angel again. He didn’t remember anything that he’d done. He just held me. But it was… it was too late, and I had to. So I told him that I loved him… and I kissed him… and I killed him.
You think you can awaken some buried spark of decency in me? Is that how you “help your helpless”? I am not helpless.