Giles Yes, a soul. Went to Africa, fought a bastard-load of uglies, got it back. Wish I could rip it out again. No. Don't want to be what I was. Oh, fuck.
Effing hell, look at that thing hurt worse than sunlight. And I don't know. One minute they burned my soul back into me, the next minute I'm in a car that some arse crashed into a tree.