[ Angel had it for a good century before coming to Marina and in all that time, you learn to cope. There was still a constant cloud of brooding around him that Angelus never displayed — courtesy of the soul and the demon being constantly at odds. It doesn't go away, it just becomes less noticeable. ]
There's nothing you can do, Sheriff. You've done your part. [ He shifts, sounding awfully tired. Worn down. ] And for the record... you should've killed me. Put me out of my misery like a dog. That would've been the humane thing to do and that's what I told Jack, but he wouldn't have it.