Xander: I know you’re in pain. I can’t imagine the pain you’re in. And I know you’re about to do something apocalyptically evil and stupid and hey, I still want to hang. You’re Willow. Willow: Don’t call me that. Xander: First day of kindergarten, you cried because you broke the yellow crayon, and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion. But the thing is? Yeah, I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary, veiny Willow. So, if I’m going out, it’s here. If you wanna kill the world? Well, then start with me. I’ve earned that. Willow: You think I won’t? Xander: It doesn’t matter. I’ll still love you.