[Tyki's got a grin to him, eyes closed as he thinks for a moment.
A long moment, akin to the last time he was blood drained and fading away next to Spike.] Forgive me Father, for I have sinned... it has been, ah.
[He laughs, looking up at the sky.] Too long since my last confession. I think I was younger than sixteen, before I became a Noah. I was just an orphan kid in Lisbon before they came to me after my forehead split open with stigmata, welcoming me in to the family. That's when I realized the truth about churches. About exorcists and false Gods.
Ten years of going back and forth from human to monster, as Jack has affectionately called me, knowing that whatever I did - whoever I killed - I could forget about it when I went back to my life. It was for the better of man, an order... a need. But then I'd go home to the people who I loved, the people who loved me back and I coped.
[Here? Here that wasn't possible.] I lived like any other man.