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Connor. [ he turns to look at her. ] Wolfram & Hart wanted me bad. Wanted me evil, but nothing they did worked, so they brought back the source of that darkness. [ does he have to say the name? please don't make him say the name. ] Human at first, but she was dying. Syphilis. Go figure. A disease people are cured from these days, but it was too late for her. It had infected her heart. She had months at most. She wanted me to turn again, but I wouldn't. I couldn't. Wolfram & Hart made that happen, anyway. Got someone else to do it, just as she decided that dying a human death wasn't so bad.
Things got bad for a while. I kind of... Spiraled into this crazy depression sort of thing. At my lowest, I slept with her. And, well, throw in meddling higher beings and you know how that turned out.