Those were Buffy's thoughts as those last words left Spike's lips. All of the talk about God and angels and heaven and hell, it got her thinking about the time she'd spent in that white light. And it got her to miss it all over again. No, she wasn't about to go off herself somewhere, but she wasn't going to fight it if it just so happened that way. And especially not if she could take out Glory with her. Of course, it hadn't happened that way at all.
"That doesn't matter now. I did it, you can't change that. But I didn't get myself killed, either, so there. Be happy about it. All's well that ends well, isn't that right?"
She moved to pull away from him, her eyes on his. "Now let me go."