Spike waves a hand as if to dismiss the subject, or the claim to it, anyway. "Revenge killin's all in good fun, but you're right. Here it's sorta useless if the killer doesn't stay killed. ...feels like home. No, I was gonna settle things with Angelus. Was gonna stake him or make him broody again, but seems like Cordy and the wicked witch--not the... green one... apparently there's more than one? Well, this is a witch that's kind of a bitch, helped solve that problem while I was gone. Now he's just borin' ol' Angel again."

He listens to her explain about vampires where she's from and seems intrigued. "Not the bad guys where you're from like they are where I'm from? Not sure I could deal with heightened emotions. Got enough trouble containin' the ones I already got." Guilt being a major one of them. "Good old Sunnydale sat on a Hellmouth, yeah? Most places back home, you gotta feed 'em your blood and drain them almost dry. Euphoric feelin'... anyway, certain places like the Hellmouth, people die unrelated t' supernatural creepy crawlies and they still turn. Not sure who designed that pain in the ass rule. Got 'em poppin' out of the dirt left and right. No transition there. Not even safe to die in a car wreck."

He was careful not to speak until she'd finished, already guessing the ending to that story. It wasn't fair. "That wasn't him, luv. He would never hurt you." He didn't know the man, but he just had a feeling. She wouldn't be so torn over it if he'd been a real jerk. "You got to say goodbye and that's what counts. And your friend didn't let him hurt you, so his soul has no guilt. He would've wanted to be stopped." She seriously needed a hug. ...or a beer. Probably something stronger. "You gonna be alright, pet?"