Spike (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} i_wannadance) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} we_coexist, |
Spike lowered his eyes and for a second, he felt himself become William Pratt again. He felt it. He felt Cecily's contempt for him, all over again. And he knew Jesse was completely right.
"Dunno what I thought I could do with it," Spike said, eyebrow raising. "Be a better man. Be what..."
...what she wanted?
... what he never got a chance to be?
Spike smirked. "I think you met my reason. For this. Funny, that, innit?" The vampire's nose twitched and he shut his eyes.
"Take it out."
He let the silence hang there.
"If it won't hurt Willow, take it out."
Five dead seconds. And then a word Spike couldn't remember saying and meaning in decades.
"Please."