"Yeah, you are," she said, her voice quiet as she followed him into the office. "Make up your mind, Angel. Do you want me, or not? Because God knows, I'd like to know you. I'd like to have a chance. But I know why you're saying no. But can you ever think for two seconds... I'm not her. I'm not Buffy, I can't ever be her. Maybe I remind you of her for whatever reasons. But I'm not. I promise you, you'll never be that happy with me. I'm stubborn, I'm angry about things. I'll never stop trying to kill Spike because of what he said, because he was selfish enough to want you and me to never have a chance, and I swear I'll be sleeping with a knife until I get a chance to bounce his head like a fucking basketball." She stopped, running her fingers through her hair to give herself a minute to think. "I just.... miss you."