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SPIKE: You hurt?

BUFFY: Get out.

SPIKE: We need to talk.

BUFFY: I really don't.

SPIKE: This isn't just about you -- as much you'd like it to be.

BUFFY: You spoke. I listened. You leave.

SPIKE: I'm sorry. Not that it matters now. But I needed you to know that.

BUFFY: Why?

SPIKE: Because I care about you.

BUFFY: Then you might want to try the not sleeping with my friends.

SPIKE: That's not... I didn't go to Anya for that. I was looking for a spell.

BUFFY: You were going to use a spell on me?

SPIKE: It wasn't for you. I wanted something -- anything to make this feeling stop. I just wanted it to stop. You should have let him kill me.

BUFFY: I couldn't.

SPIKE: Why?

BUFFY: You know why.

SPIKE: Because you love me.

BUFFY: No. I don't.

SPIKE: Why do you keep lying to yourself?

BUFFY: I'm not saying I don't have feelings for you. I do. But it's not love. I could never trust you enough for it to become that.

SPIKE: Trust is for old marrieds, Buffy. Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes.

BUFFY: Until there's nothing left. That kind of love doesn't last.

SPIKE: I know you feel like I do. You don't have to hide it anymore.

BUFFY: Spike --

SPIKE: Let yourself feel it...

BUFFY: Stop it...

SPIKE: You love me...

BUFFY: Don't --

SPIKE: Let it go... Let yourself love me...

BUFFY: Stop it... please... stop...(Later after the struggling) Ask me again why I could never love you.

SPIKE: Oh god. Buffy... I didn't --

BUFFY: Because I stopped you. Something I should have done a long time ago.

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