Feel sorry for myself? You really don't get it, do you? Do you know how long it took Angelus to get over it? [ A pause for emphasis. ] Decades. And that was just until he found new purpose in life. It's not a bruised knee, Kitty. It's a century of ill deeds, coming back in one sharp punch to the gut.
There's no reprieve in that. Ever. That you lot seem to think there is only proves that you haven't the faintest idea of what you've been dabbling with.