And as he gazed upon the Swan Princess of Dol Amroth, she lifted her eyes, stormy and grey, identical to those of her kin. “There is Elvish blood in the veins of that folk, for the people of Nimrodel dwelt in that land long ago,” the Elf Legolas had said. But he was certain one of the immortal maidens stood before him in that very moment, and nothing would convince him otherwise.
As daft a notion as ‘Soulful Spike the Killer’ is, it is nothing compared to the idea that another girl could mean anything to me. This chip—they did to me. I couldn’t help it. But the soul, I got on my own—for you.
So, yeah. I go and pass the time… with someone. But that’s all it is, is time, 'cause—God, help me, Buffy—it’s still all about you.