XXVIII -- voice;

[breakmychest]

And just like that, no more Dru. Can't say I'll miss her, exactly, but I'd have liked it if she could've graduated. I mean, we had fun, back in the bad old days. Not saying I'd go back to being an evil killer. There's the soul-crushing guilt keeping me from that, and besides, I like being a hero. I'm way better at it than I ever was at being the Big Bad.

[He's quiet for a moment.]

Still, before she turned me, I was a bloody pathetic poofter. People were calling me "William the Bloody" started before I died, you know, and it wasn't because of anything violent. It was because my poetry was so bloody awful.

[Why did he say that? Spike doesn't tell anyone that. He had more to say, but he just shuts off the journal before he can. He's afraid of what might come out.]

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[whattheytellyou.livejournal.com]

I would never pressure you into reading me your poetry.

[bigbad]

I don't have bloody poetry. I haven't been a poet for a bloody century. More, even.

[And if there were a few that he's composed since dying, the Barge thankfully isn't making him blurt it out.]

[whattheytellyou.livejournal.com]

You know, even the terrible poetry from a century ago is probably better than the stuff we have these days. It's something to think about.

[bigbad]

[His voice is hard and sharp.] No. I'm not looking for consolation or encouragement. Just bloody drop it.

[whattheytellyou.livejournal.com]

Okay.

What wrong account?

[bigbad]

Right. Good. This flood's bloody stupid.