I dreamed of killing you. I think they were dreams. So weak. Did you make me weak? Thinking of you. Holding myself and spilling useless buckets of salt over your … ending. Angel, he should have warned me. Makes a good show of forgetting, but it’s here. In me. All the time. The spark. I wanted to give you what you deserve, and I got it. They put the spark in me and now all it does is burn.
Your soul. Bit worse for lack of use. You got your soul back. How? It’s what you wanted, right?