BUFFY: Hi Dawn. Everyone's been worried about you.
Dawn and Connor stop kissing when they hear Buffy's voice. Connor takes his left hand off her right thigh. Then he looks at Buffy and grabs Dawn's right hand. Almost like he's daring her to stop him.
BUFFY: Why didn't you tell someone you were going out?
DAWN: I though they were busy, you know, saving the world or something. You don't have to worry about me getting attacked. I'm safe with Connor.
Connor raises his eyebrows and gives Buffy bemused half-smile. She's seen that look before from Angel. Buffy thinks Connor is intentionally mimicking Angel in order to provoke her. Connor just thinks he's provoking Buffy by being himself.
BUFFY: It's late. It's a school night. Time for you to go home.
Buffy grabs Dawn's left hand and pulls her up to her feet. Her right hand holds onto Connor's right hand for a moment before Connor lets go. He stands up. Buffy lets go of Dawn and thrusts her right hand against his chest. She shoves him into one of the balcony's support columns. She pushes his sternum and rib cage inwards. He finds it is hard for him to breathe. If Buffy did this to a regular person, she would have broken several ribs by now. Like when she tried to perform CPR on Joyce when she found her mother dead on the couch. Buffy's thoughts keep going back to Connor's mother biting Joyce. This boy came from an evil woman. And he appeared to love his mother. At first, Connor chuckled. Then he starts to look a little scared. Spike is scared of Buffy. Angelus appeared to also be scared of her. And Connor can't take either of them.
BUFFY: Connor, go back to Los Angeles and stay the hell away from my sister. There are people in LA who want to work with you. That's no longer the case in Sunnydale. Thank you for helping me. Your work here is done. Now do me a favor and hold your arms straight out to the side.
Connor doesn't know why she was asking this, but for once he isn't in the mood to be defiant. Not only did Buffy not like him. She appeared to have it in for his family. Mom died in Sunnydale. And Connor had figured out that when Angel told him "one summer my girlfriend sent me to Hell for 100 years," he was talking about Buffy. Connor does as he is told.
BUFFY: Thank you.
Buffy takes her right hand off Connor's chest. While his arms are stretched out, she pounds him in the heart with a left jab. Connor groans and grabs his chest in pain. Dawn is angry with Buffy for this gratuitous abuse. Connor disappears out the rear exit. Buffy walks over to Dawn, grabs her right arm, and starts to take her out the front exit. Dawn digs in her heels and struggles to free her arm.
DAWN: You don't have the right.
BUFFY: I'm your sister. And I'm your legal guardian.
DAWN: Technically, you were until the day I turned 16. Don't you remember getting that letter about me being legally emancipated?
BUFFY: Sorry. I was probably busy that day saving your life.
DAWN: I'm going with Connor.
BUFFY: Going where? Oh no you don't. You think I'll let that happen?
Dawn turns around. Buffy grabs her arm.
DAWN: Touch me and I'll scream. You wouldn't want to create a scene.
BUFFY: Dawn, I love more than anything. I am only trying to look out for you. This is nuts. You just met him. You can't trust him. He doesn't care about you.
Those last two remarks Buffy sincerely believed. She knew about Cordy and Anya. She saw how Connor shamelessly flirted with the Potentials.
DAWN: And I'm too young and he's too old. Like you're in any position to make that argument. Don't punish me for your mistakes.
With the exception of when she believed her world was a delusion, Buffy had never hit Dawn before. This last comment nearly made her slap Dawn. But Dawn runs away before Buffy gets the chance.
BUFFY: Fine. Guess I can't stop you from making your own mistakes.
Buffy walks out the front door. In her mind she had tried to do the right thing. It wasn't because of who Connor's parents were. It was because of who Connor was. Buffy thinks Connor will use Dawn, discard her and hurt her. Buffy only wants to look out for her kid sister's best interests. Dawn doesn't see it that way. She believes Buffy won't let her choose to date Connor because Buffy chose to date Angel. Dawn thinks that's unfair to both her and Connor.
Connor's most of the way home when he smells Dawn approaching. He runs towards her scent.
DAWN: You left before I got the chance to say "Wait up."
CONNOR: I thought you belonged at home, with your family.
DAWN: I belong with you.
Connor's pleasantly shocked by this declaration. Dawn kisses him and they head over to his place.
WES: Thank you for the update, Rupert.
GILES: And thank you for taking good care of Faith. I know you're no longer part of the Council, but seeing as how the Council itself is no longer part of the Council, perhaps you'd like to re-affiliate. As a Watcher Emeritus or something. Men with your training are at a premium these days.
WES: Thank you. I'm flattered by the offer, Rupert. However, I don't see how I will find the time to help you battle your apocalypse while I am busy battling an apocalypse of my own.
GILES: Fair enough. My mind just keeps coming back that to your dilemma last year. That prophecy you read. The one you confirmed by talking to the hamburger. I still can't quite picture that.
WES: It's something I have tried mightily to put behind me. The whole tragedy. Not just the animated talking plastic.
GILES: Of course. It was an dreadful predicament. I know how hard it is when prophecies make awful predictions about people you care about. You were right in not telling Angel. However – and I'm only saying this based on my experience and my own past mistakes – I would not have taken the prophecy literally.
WES: You would have known it was a forgery?
GILES: Certainly not. I would have assumed it was authentic, just as you did. But a prophecy can never be taken at face value. They're riddles meant to trick the reader. The obvious interpretation is never the correct one.
WES: You know what they say about hindsight.
GILES: I'm not second-guessing you. I am merely trying to give you the benefit of my experience. When you were with the Council, you were too brilliant, too talented. No one, no matter how qualified on paper, should be sent out into the field that early in their career. If I had been sent into that situation at your age, I would have also failed. And I probably wouldn't have recovered as well as it appears you have. Just remember, whenever you have to make the big decisions, that you don't know everything. Just as I don't know everything. I've found that helps put things in perspective.
WES: I recently fought a creature I knew nothing about. And an old friend of mine is possessed by a demon I know nothing about. So I'm well aware of the limits of my knowledge.
They each hang up.
XANDER: One nagging question. How did Angel have sex without going evil? He's still Cursed, right? Please tell me he's cursed.
SPIKE: He didn't love her. Angelus never loved Darla. He couldn't love anyone but himself. Angel could care about Darla. I'm sure he cared about her a lot. But he could never love something impure.
WILLOW: Looking back, I can't believe we didn't notice the physical resemblance.
ANYA: Same dark good looks. Same powers. Same house. Both spend their time fighting evil. How DID we miss that?
XANDER: Because no one thought it was possible. And yes, it really bothers me now how much that little bastard looks like Angel. And you slept with him!
ANYA: He only looks vaguely like Angel. The physique and bone structure are completely different.
SPIKE: He looks like his mother. The outline, the broad brush strokes, they're from his father. The details come from his mother. It's amazing – and moderately unsettling – how much his face looks like hers.
GILES: Interesting point. Since I never saw Darla's human face, I'm in no position to compare. But it makes sense. His features are far more delicate than Angel's.
SPIKE: Did you tell that guy on the phone that Angelus has left the Hellmouth?
GILES: I did. And thank you for escorting him out of town.
SPIKE: When was the first time you heard that speech?
GILES: What speech?
SPIKE: The one you just gave on the perils of youthful hubris. As someone who's also been on both sides of that conversation, I was just wondering when you were first given it?
Giles grimaces, takes off his glasses and cleans them.
GILES: Spike, I am not going to relate to you, or bond with you. Ever.
SPIKE: Angelus was a lot more polite than you. Not good when you lose the etiquette sweepstakes to a soulless mass murderer.
GILES: Soulless mass murderers can be great at tolerating fools.
SPIKE: Well aren't you the queen bitch tonight.
Giles was upset Robin didn't make him part of his plan to kill Spike. He could have kept Buffy busy patrolling while Connor and Robin finished Spike off. Since returning to town, he's seen Spike as a ticking time bomb. And he certainly does not trust Spike around all that Potential Slayer blood.
FAITH: Come clean, G. You did Spike. Back before he had a soul. Not that I blame ya. I met him once. I understand. Nothing to be ashamed of. So did you? Do Spike?
GWEN: English. Platinum-blonde hair. Surly, but sensitive once you call his bluff?
FAITH: I'll take that as a yes. Sensitive?
GWEN: Spike's a sweetie. If he respects you, that is. Made me think that if he didn't have soul, maybe all those jerks and pigs I'd known my entire life didn't really have one as well. Course back then I didn't really believe in souls.
FAITH: Back when? You're pretty young. I hope you weren't jailbait. Like some girls I know. [gratuitous and predictably unfair and hypocritical Buffy dig]
GWEN: I was 19. Hardly naive. We had some fun. Nice weekend. Went our separate ways. No regrets.
FAITH: No regrets? Wish I could say that about most of my flings. How was he? I mean, seeing as I'm somebody who's never boinked the undead, but, you know, has from time to time been a little curious.
GWEN: He was great.
FAITH: Thanks for the scouting report, G. Now on to conquest number two. I'm thinking it's Angel.
After hearing about Connor, Faith concluded that Angel can have recreational sex without losing his soul.
GWEN: It wasn't. It was Angelus. [Faith looks more than a little shocked] But I didn't know. Last time I had seen him he was good. And he acted normal. Then afterwards he tried to kill me.
FAITH: He turned evil only after you boinked him? Not the first time that's happened.
GWEN: And I had no idea Angelus knew Spike. Which is hilarious, because when he was attacking me I told Angelus that the other vampire I slept with was better.
FAITH: You were just saying that to hurt the evil guy's feelings, I take it?
GWEN: Well, yes. But it was also the truth.
Faith looks very shocked.
FAITH: Spike was better than Angel?
GWEN: Yeah. When I told him he was second best, Angelus got all hurt, like I had popped his ego with a pin. Once he heard that, he lost heart and left. Imagine how much worse he would have felt if I told him it was Spike! And Angelus doesn't take criticism very well at all. I think that may be his Achilles' Heel.
FAITH: Angel wasn't good?
GWEN: He was great. Spike was better. Spike's a loser, so he tries harder. Angelus isn't very giving. With him it's just "me, me, me." Thinks because he's God's Gift he doesn't have to be creative.
FAITH: Spike's better? I never woulda guessed that in a million years. You sure know how to pick em. When it comes to lovers you more than make up for in quality what you lack in quantity. You're probably the only human woman to have those two. Congrats, G.
Faith of course is wrong. Perhaps someday Gwen and Buffy can compare notes. Then again, that would just give Buffy the wiggins of a lifetime.
VI: What did Angel look like?
AMANDA: Does he look anything like Spike?
KENNEDY: They're both pale, but that's about it. Angel's taller, bulkier, black hair, black clothes. Leather pants. Guess that's a vampire thing.
MOLLY: So who's hotter?
KENNEDY: You know I'm the last person who should be judging that. I don't know. Probably Angel.
AMANDA: So that's how it works. We get to turn the hot vampires into our pets.
VI: You mean our playthings. Do we know if there are other, younger vampires with souls?
RONA: Does Angel look like Connor?
KENNEDY: Kind of. But not really. The faces and the bodies are very different. I can't say anything about their personalities, since Angel was evil, and he's probably different when he's good.
MADARI: I find it odd that they used to know each other. Spike and Angel.
Spike walks from the kitchen through the living room and out to the front hall.
KENNEDY: There definitely was something between them. Maybe like a Batman and Robin thing.
Spike instinctively goes bumpy, turns around, steps towards the Potentials and growls. They shriek. Spike's face goes back to normal. Some of the Potentials are still shaking.
KENNEDY: Did I say Batman and Robin? What I really meant was Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. With you as the Sundance Kid. The one Paul Newman played.
Spike likes this comparison better.
SPIKE: Paul Newman? You don't say? Always thought of myself as more of a Steve McQueen kind of guy, but I'll take it.
KENNEDY: Did you and Angel ever share a woman in the old days? I don't know. A tall brunette with big brown eyes?
SPIKE I didn't "share" her, and how do you know about – ? Oh. Right. The movie. Funny one, Kenny.
Spike goes out and sits down on the front porch. He had never thought of that movie as an allegory for his own lawless adventures in the late-19th century.
Buffy walks up to the front door. She sees Spike on the porch.
SPIKE: You look troubled.
Buffy walks past him without saying a word, opens the door, then walks down the hallway into the kitchen, where Willow, Xander, Anya and Giles are sitting.
WILLOW: Buffy what's wrong? I mean, in addition to the obvious.
BUFFY: Dawn's with Connor. [Xander and Willow gasp]
GILES: And by with, you mean they're hunting vampires together, like before? [he's hoping against hope]
BUFFY: I mean. [Buffy gulps. These words are gonna hurt] She's spending the night with him.
GILES: Oh dear. Does she not know?
BUFFY: She knows.
XANDER: And it doesn't bother her!?
GILES: And you didn't stop her?
BUFFY: I tried. I'm not in the mood to drag my sister home kicking and screaming. Trust me. That's what it would have taken.
XANDER: We have to go over there and bring her back, right? Before she – oh God. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. It's all Angel's fault. Why couldn't he just keep it in his pants?
BUFFY: Giles, what did you find out?
GILES: Plenty. Where do you want me to begin?
BUFFY: When did Darla come back?
Buffy spits out the word "Darla" with extreme contempt.
GILES: Near the end of 2000.
BUFFY: When was Connor born?
GILES: November 2001.
Buffy closes her eyes and grimaces. She exhales, turns around and walks out the back door. With her right fist, she smashes the patio railing. She stomps on the stairs leading from the patio to the grass, shattering them to splinters. She turns round and puts her left fist through the patio deck itself. She she turns around and walks to the back of her yard. Everyone in the kitchen heard the noises.
WILLOW: I think I'll go check on Buffy.
Willow walks outside. She notices the damage, and gingerly approaches Buffy.
WILLOW: I know all this must hurt you. And if you need someone to talk to, or yell at, or use as a punching bag, I'm here.
BUFFY: Right before my mother died. That's when he did her.
WILLOW: So that's why you're mad?
BUFFY: Sleeping with a soulless demon, I can forgive that. How could I not? Not telling me? I understand. But you shouldn't be able to fool the person you love. The person who loves you more than she's ever loved anyone. He came, and he comforted me, and for a few hours it was like old times. Like nothing had changed. Like he hadn't just screwed the monster who bit my mother and tried to shoot me down like a dog. He hid that from me, and I didn't know he was hiding anything. If I had seen him after I had slept with Spike, I would hardly be able to look Angel is the face. I would have been ashamed. Even if I didn't tell him, he would know something was bothering me. You can't hide that sort of thing from the person you love, the person you love more than anyone else in the world, unless you – I don't know. Unless you think they're a sap, some kid who's too naive to notice stuff like that. Could you have hidden something like that from Tara?
WILLOW: Buffy, he didn't want to hurt you.
BUFFY: Aren't you listening!? I'm not mad because he didn't tell me. I'm mad because I couldn't figure out something was bothering him. Unless it wasn't. Maybe he didn't feel guilty.
WILLOW: I'm sure he did. Angel would never want to hurt you. Giles said Wesley told him around that time Angel went through a rough patch. He even gave up fighting evil for a little while.
BUFFY: He has a crisis of confidence and doesn't even bother to talk about it with me? That just makes it even worse. When I saw if after I came back, I told him how I didn't feel like going on, being the hero, saving the world again. How now that left me hollow. Would have been nice if he shared some of his own experiences from when he thought of throwing in the towel. That's what you do when you love someone. You sympathize. You try to help. You don't act all affectionate and loving and not share any of your real feelings with the person.
WILLOW: Maybe Angel thought it would have been a bit tasteless for him to whine about his own problems. Considering how they paled in comparison to yours.
BUFFY: He thinks he can get away with anything. He thinks he can do whatever he wants, hide whatever he wants from me and get away with it. Because no matter what happens, I'll always welcome him back with open arms. And the scary thing is he's right.
WILLOW: I know Angel would never think that.
BUFFY: Why shouldn't he? It's true, isn't it?
WILLOW: Angel could never think that because he respects you.
BUFFY: Okay. But I believe it.
WILLOW: Buffy, please. Don't beat yourself up. You've done nothing wrong. None of this is your fault. Tell you what. I'm going to give Angel back his soul tomorrow. Then Angel and come down her and take Connor home. Then you and Angel can talk and work out whatever needs working out.
BUFFY: Promise?
WILLOW: I promise.
BUFFY: The part about Connor leaving?
WILLOW: I think he'll want his kid back. [Buffy manages a tiny smile]
BUFFY: Thanks for talking with me, Willow. But right now I'd like to go back to being alone for a few minutes.
WILLOW: I understand. All things considered, you're handling everything remarkably well. Lesser people would have had multiple nervous breakdowns by now.
Inside, while Willow and Buffy are talking, Giles is troubled by something.
GILES: That heretic Watcher who founded the Holtz cult made that baseless prediction about Holtz returning, and his return presaging the destruction of the Council itself. I know the man who wrote that piffle had no idea what he was talking about. But Holtz did return. And within a year the Council headquarters were destroyed.
XANDER: You think Holtz's return triggered the First?
ANYA: I thought Buffy's resurrection triggered the First?
XANDER: Let's think about this. Holtz returned because Angel was about to become a father. So Angel sleeping with Darla triggered the First. And Angel slept with Darla before Buffy died, so Angel also killed Buffy!
Xander loves a good Angel-centric conspiracy theory.
GILES: That just has to be the dodgiest thing I have ever heard. Worse than any of Andrew's insipid blatherings. Angel and Holtz and Connor and the Beast and Cordelia have nothing to do with the First Evil. Their lives have nothing to do with ours.
ANYA: Until Connor came here.
GILES: Right. Until Connor came here. And Faith came to Los Angeles. But our respective calamities are not at all related. I can assure you of this.
ANYA: What if, like, the apocalypse in LA happens before the one in Sunnydale? Will the First feel jealous? Will it try to stop the Big Bad in LA so that the First gets to do its thing? I don't see how the First could be preparing for this big moment since the beginning of time and then sit back and let some upstart steal its thunder.
XANDER: Battle of the Big Bads. I like it.
Willow enters.
GILES: How is she?
WILLOW: How do you think? She needs a little alone time.
GILES: Understandable. I just can't believe Dawn would run off with that boy.
XANDER: I always knew there was something sinister about Connor.
WILLOW: His mother tried to kill Dawny's mother. Doesn't that bother Dawn?
ANYA: I think you're all blind to the obvious. Their families are mortal enemies. How can they NOT become lovers? It's just like "Romeo and Juliet." Except the parents die and the kids live.
XANDER: His dad slept with her sister.
WILLOW: Her sister's still in love with his dad.
XANDER: Buffy's what!? He's evil!
WILLOW: She loves Angel. The guy with the soul.
XANDER: I thought she said "loved." You know – past tense! There was that whole speech.
ANYA: I don't remember a speech.
Willow and Xander both turn away and look nervous, since the speech in question was why Buffy had resolved to kill Anya.
GILES: I hate to say it, but things were so much easier when Dawn was attracted to ACTUAL vampires.
WILLOW: Right. The kind we can kill.
XANDER: We can kill Connor. You know, after we tell him "get your hands off her and leave town, or we'll kill you." I mean, if he refuses.
ANYA: People, you seem to be forgetting about the whole miracle child thing they have in common. We all complain about Dawn's whining. We all know Dawn desperately needs someone who pays attention to her and isn't undead or using a love spell. And Connor needs someone his own age. He's been hurt by the vagaries of adult relationships. I didn't help that he lost his virginity to an evil demon. My point is you should all get over yourselves.
Buffy comes round to the front yard and sits on the porch near Spike.
BUFFY: Thanks for watching after Angel when I left.
SPIKE: We had a lot of catching up to do.
BUFFY: You can come back. To the house. I'd like it if you did.
SPIKE: We've had this conversation. I'm sure that's not what's on your mind right now.
BUFFY: I'm sorry about what happened tonight with Robin. All of it. That he tried to kill you. That he won't ever talk to me again.
SPIKE: Are you sorry about why he'll never talk to you again. Are you sorry about what happened between us?
BUFFY: Some of it. Most of it. But not all of it. Not the parts where we were able to fool ourselves about we had.
SPIKE: You only liked it when it was an illusion?
BUFFY: That's the best part of most relationships.
SPIKE: Maybe I'm the wrong person for you to be chatting with right now. I happen to be something of an interested party in this matter. Might be tempted to take advantage of the situation.
BUFFY: Dawn's spending the night with Connor.
SPIKE: That would be a situation I have no interest in taking advantage of. So Angelus was right. I figured that was only wishful thinking on his part. This is rather sudden.
BUFFY: Not as sudden as you might think. She's snuck out with him twice before. He took her patrolling. Had her fighting vampires by herself.
SPIKE: That was bloody reckless of him. What did you do to him when you found out?
BUFFY: Wailed on him. Giles kept me from killing him.
SPIKE: I suppose that would be his idea of a date. I'm guessing they didn't do dinner-and-a-movie in Quor Toth. Though I'm also guessing that right now you wish they were out vampire hunting, rather than back at his place. Why aren't you over there putting a stop to this?
BUFFY: I tried to cut Dawn off at the pass. Well, the Bronze, actually. She made it clear she wasn't coming home without a fight.
SPIKE: What about putting the fear of Slayer in Connor?
BUFFY: Did that. Doesn't work if I can't get Dawn away from him.
SPIKE: And the more you try, the more she refuses, and the more confident he becomes. You'd just encourage them. Then again, if you do nothing –
BUFFY: It seems my only option is the ride him out on a rail. Or kill him. But I have a thing against killing humans. And he appears to be that. Among other things.
SPIKE: Dawn's a headstrong kid. She wouldn't let him take advantage of her. I worry about him for a different reason. Connor's been rather nice to me the last few days. Keeps coming by my crypt. Hanging out. Refusing to leave.
BUFFY: Like Dawn used to?
SPIKE: Without the flirting. And with violence. He kept attacking me and getting beat up and asking me what he did wrong. Then today, he brings me blood. Just wants to talk about what it feels like getting a soul. Acts real friendly. Now I realize he was just buttering me up. The whole time, he was planning to kill me. That's scary. You plan to kill someone, and you have a soul, you don't pal around with them. You feel nervous, guilty. He was loving every minute of it. Never out of character. That's pathological. That's Angelus. He loved the build-up best. Putting a victim at ease. Relishing the fact that they have no idea you're about to be their executioner.
BUFFY: You think Connor's evil?
SPIKE: He's not evil. He just likes his work a little too much. You worry about an executioner who has tea with his victims before he beheads them. He thought I was evil. Now I understand why he fixated on me from the start. Think of Robin. I don't like to, knowing what I did to him, but let's use him as an example. He stays away from me. Always acts suspicious around me. Never even thinks of pretending to be my friend. That is what regular people do when they want to kill someone. What Connor did was unnatural. And now I know it wasn't the first time.
BUFFY: You mean what he did to Angel?
SPIKE: What he did after. He thought Angel was evil. He thought wrong, but that's not the point.
BUFFY: How is that not the point? He did something horrible to someone who loved him?
SPIKE: Granted, he has a huge problem with rashness and jumping to conclusions. But focus on what he did afterwards. He lived for months with Angel's best friends, with people who were trying day and night to find Angel. With people who suffered because Angel was gone. Day after day, month after month, Connor watched this. What kind of a person can stand to witness how much pain they are causing innocent human beings?
BUFFY: And this would also be like Angelus?
SPIKE: Classic Angelus.
BUFFY: You think Connor's like his father? Like his father is when he's evil?
SPIKE: That's in there. It's a part of him. In spite of the fact that he's made several attempts on my life and conspired with others to kill me, I think he's a good kid. A good kid with problems.
BUFFY: And with a dark side?
SPIKE: Yes. But only because he's confused.
BUFFY: Now he's still confused and he's with Dawn. I better take another shot at stopping that.
SPIKE: He knows she's not evil. He won't hurt her, but he might . . . Which still only makes him the lesser of two evils in your book.
BUFFY: Maybe there's a small chance I can talk some sense into her, keep Dawn from rushing into something she might regret.
Buffy gets up.
SPIKE: If you beat him up, that will only make her feel sorry for him.
BUFFY: I know. That's why I didn't pummel him when I saw them making out.
Faith knocks on Lindsey's bedroom door.
LINDSEY: It's open.
He's sitting on the bed, in blue jeans and a gray tank top, reading depositions.
LINDSEY: Hey Faith. Does this mean you trust me?
FAITH: No. That was when I decided to crash here. Not here, this room. Here, this hotel, this floor. You know what I mean.
LINDSEY: So what can I thank for this impromptu visit?
FAITH: I was just talking to Angel's Three Mouseketeers about Connor. Kid sounds like me without the guts to follow through. Lucky him. They told me about Darla. Wes and Gunn mentioned something about you having a thing for her. Then I remembered what you said when we met. Bout how it was a woman who made you want to change. Sure, I flunked algebra, but I can put two and two together, and she was the one, wasn't she?
LINDSEY: She was.
FAITH: You loved her?
LINDSEY: I did. Fell for her when she was human, even though I knew what was coming. Couldn't stop falling when she stopped being human.
FAITH: What was it that did it for you? I'm assuming it wasn't her connection to Angel. I'm hopin' it wasn't that.
LINDSEY: Her vulnerability. Then her strength. First I wanted to rescue her. Before I knew it, I wanted her to rescue me. Turned out I needed her a lot more than she needed me.
FAITH: She didn't love you?
LINDSEY: Maybe a little. For a while. But her heart never belonged to me.
FAITH: Lemme guess. Angel?
LINDSEY: Can't fight history.
FAITH: Tell me about it. Guess we'll both feel funny around Connor. I wanted his dad. You wanted his mom.
LINDSEY: Hadn't thought about that before. You're right. Suppose that's one of the problems of growing up overnight.
FAITH: Kinda smooshes the generations together.
LINDSEY: I'm over Darla, by the way. It took a little while. But that's all in my past. How bout you and Angel?
FAITH: Our relationship changed before I went to prison. Which is good, considering he never looked at me that way, and even if he did there ain't much he could do about it.
LINDSEY: Doesn't seem to stop the women from trying, least according to what I hear.
FAITH: Some girls like to suffer, even when they done nothin' wrong. Me, I need a reason to suffer.
LINDSEY: Do you need a reason to be happy? [smiles flirtatiously]
FAITH: Been a while since I've had one.