Giles and I get on surprisingly well. It's good to have another Brit about. Oh, we banter a bit, and wouldn't admit it, but we have more in common than either of us would've guessed.
Harris and the demon argue too much. Something's up there. I've caught her crying a few times. Don't like it.
And Dawn. She's the one that's getting me through. I drank too much, at first, but I haven't touched a bottle in weeks. Got to stay sober for the Little Bit. It's too much for her, first Joyce, now you. We miss you most of all, so we have that. She's getting right good at poker.
The witches are living there, so at least there's always someone about.
I thought of a new way today. You wouldn't like it, but if I'd fed off you, or Dawn, before, your blood would have been mine. I could have jumped. You'd still be here for her. No one would miss me. 'Spect I'd fit right in, in hell.
It kills me anyway, thinking of what you might be going through.
Talk to you tomorrow. Miss you.
Buffy dropped Spike's diary on the crypt floor. She cried.