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No. Little late in the game to grow a backbone, Benjamin.

I'll wager, when all's said and done, Buffy likes it rough.

In torture, death and chaos does my power lie.

And I'm doing it so I can stop feeling so...

All right, but I'm not even sure she's, you know, really in there.

I know. She told me.

- Still. - It's been almost a half an hour.

There. How you doin'?

Leave. We need a little girl time.

You can't, you're immortal.

- No. We need information. We need... - Ben's Glory.

Do your mojo, make an incision, or removal, or whatever you gotta do.

I could be the one to look after her sometimes.

We don't have time.

Just pack the supplies we need and that's it - we're gone.

Leave her alone.

But it would be over.

Spike, we won't get Dawn back by sittin' here.

Glory's going to win.

I'm rememberin' her, aren't I? The things she's done. Things she's going to do.

There you go. We're calling her Dawn.

I won't let anything happen to you.

I know you. You're the first original Slayer who tried killing us all in our dreams.

Better part of a century spent in delinquency just paid off. Hot-wired Ben's auto.