[For a moment, he's quite amazed that she can't feel the way his heart is pounding in his chest. He'd shown nobody this scar, and spoken to nobody about the moment except with those who were there.

His free hand reaches up and brushes wisps of hair back from her face.]

I know. I know... but that doesn't mean I wanted you to have to do it. I would have been as grateful to you as I am to Buffy, but if I could spare you that.

Especially not here. Not when I know that as long as we're here, it will never be forever. Sooner or later, all this will be gone, and you won't even remember who I am. I'd rather you didn't have to spend this time suffering on my account. I made Charley suffer like that enough. I will not do it to you, too.