Well, the danger past the God is forgotten. Spike dropped his bag on the floor. His crypt looked the same. May be dustier…
He made few steps and placed on the divan. He was tired, full of doom thoughts dischantment and offence. His soul tortured by anger. He was alone, he was buried and forgotten… again. He felt lost and empty.
Why he returned here, and what he was waiting for from them all. He new it before. She never loved him. Xander hated him. What he might have been expecting? To find them all crying, afflicting by his death? Oh, come on, this never to happen!
But Dawn? Did the bint never think of him, never come to his place any more after he have gone?
They thought of him as about the beast of burden, and he wanted to treat him as an equal, but they never did. He was only dead for them the body nothing more.