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Epilogue
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Whistler was in a room with no walls. It was white and gray. In the middle was a podium. He looked down at the podium where he could see Spike pacing in the waiting room that he met Buffy in, just a week ago.

"What are we supposed to do with him," Whistler asked.

*He wasn't supposed to fall in love.*

"Well he did."

*Love is not worthy enough. He is soulless.*

"He did as he was supposed to, he did exactly what was asked of him. You can't just use him and turn your back on him."

*We do not take your commands. You are our vessel.*

Whistler watched Spike pace more and more.

"He will be miserable in hell. He will be miserable without her." Whistler pointed out.

The voice was silent awhile.

"He has loved."

*He has hated!*

"He saved two slayers."

*He killed two.*

The voice was harsh.

"Look," Whistler said intensely, "I'm not asking that he gets heaven, he is a vampire. Just let her dream with him."

The silence returned. Whistler could hear the buzzing, but there was no answer. No positive, no negative.

Then the voice came back determined.

*We need to debate. For now we will grant your request.*

Whistler smiled down at the leather clad figure.

"You will pace for awhile, but you will get her. You'll never thank me, but you're welcome."