I know. [She sags a little in his arms. It was her worst trait, running from things, shoving things down and pretending they didn't happen, putting on a mask for the world.] It's a part of my life as much as anything else. I saw him years later. We talked, we dined, had sex. He asked me the next morning if we ever really had a chance together. I told him no.

[It's horrible telling Giles all of these things. It's breaking all the rules of decency and relationships, but it's on her mind. Because she's dead in her world. He's dead in his. What future could they possibly have?

And yet she wants one. She wants one so badly.]

...Do we have a chance?