"Dead. He would have been dust on the floor of that basement," he said, the laughter dying off. The slug demon had been nothing more than a way to knock Angel down another few notches and convince Spike that he was the real Champion. It wouldn't have been satisfying Angel when he was comatose, no matter how easy it was to do. "The PTB drew her in from a time well before that happened. At least that's the impression I got from talking to her. She still thought I was out finding myself."
"So he says. They probably just forgot and tried to cover their asses making it look like it was a lesson." It was probably what Eve had been told but he couldn't help but take his shots. "It is slightly creepy how both sides are using the forms of their dead speakers." Hamilton, dead by Angel's hand. The Oracles, dead by Vocah's. "You're here so that must mean you can think on your feet."
He hadn't thought she would, shown by the innocent smile and the small shrug. "I know but it doesn't hurt to ask," he replied. "I do, don't I? Considering the old regime was the one responsible for my death. I guess a change of leadership really does make a difference."