These endless days are finally ending in a blaze

walk through the fire
26 November 1986
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Spike: Come to tap dance on the patient have we Doc? I'd give you the finger but apparently I won't have the motor skills till the drugs wear off.
Angel: A lot of pain?
Spike: More than I'd like. But not as much as you would. Just what I deserve.
Angel: I didn't say that.
Spike: No. I did. The lass thought I killed her family. And I'm supposed to what, complain 'cause hers wasn't one of the hundreds of families I did kill? I'm not sayin' you're right… 'cause I'm physically incapable of saying that. But, for a demon… I never did think that much about the nature of evil. No. Just threw myself in. Thought it was a party. I liked the rush. I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the victims.
Angel: I couldn't take my eyes off them. I was only in it for the evil. It was everything to me. It was art. The destruction of a human being. Geez, I would've considered Dana a masterpiece.
Spike: What happens to her?
Angel: I don't know. Andrew and the slayers took her. Didn't trust us to help her.
Spike: Andrew double-crossed us? That's a good move. Hope for the little ponce yet. Though the tingling in my forearms tells me she's too far gone to help. She's… one of us now. She's a monster.
Angel: She's an innocent victim.
Spike: So were we, once upon a time.
Angel: Once upon a time.