I have no speech. No name. I live in the action of death, the blood cry, the penetrating wound. I am destruction. Absolute… alone.

My people — before I was changed — they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It’s a Claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty… and the heart… Well, you know… Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Ask around. Look it up. Slayer, comma, The.

I mean, nobody cares, nobody remembers… especially not Buffy, fabulous superhero. Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to face it. She was over us a long time ago.

S5E12: Checkpoint

Check. Big bomb clock.