How ironic. She didn't expect her word of advice would be coming from captain perxiode this evening. Of course, surprises seemed to be the main course recently. She didn't except to loose her sanity - again - or loose Angel. Well, not entirely true. She knew it would of happened, but not in the way it had. She at least thought he would of had the balls to kill her that way she wouldn't have to live in world so heartless anymore. Hell was more pleasant then this. It was all physical in the big house and she could cope with that amount of martyr. But love was a fickle thing that she didn't want to feel anymore. She couldn't stop it either, because she couldn't touch it. And rotting it out was incredibly painful and slow. She felt a tear run down her cheek the moment she started to breathe again, and touched it with her fingertip. "Leaking again," she muttered. She needed to stop crying - it wasn't proper for a demon. She once brought on the tears and now she couldn't seem to stop blubbering herself.
She laughed once Spike had finished trying to torture her verbally. "Sad little King on his high horse. But the horse left the stable you see, and you lost your crown when your princess deceived you." She turned to Spike, touched his cheek, but her eyes seemed to look through him and right into his soul. "Don't you see...all there is left is sadness. No one to come save you." She lowered her hand from his cheek and snapped her fingers in front of his nose. "Wake up and smell the roses, peaches." Resting her elbow on the table, her forehead in her hand, she started to stare at the table and notice all it's flaws.
"Who the fuck are you to give me love advice anyways. You got the bad end of the deal, too."