Xander shook his head trying to gather his thoughts a bit. OK. So the murdering undead was not undead. Just murdering? Well, Spike wouldn't need blood now, so maybe not... "Well, that was a long time ago." Two hundred years! Xander decided to not even try to wrap his head around that... "A different person now, right?" he tried to encourage. It was... weird to see Spike of all people being so down.