[He leans forward, carefully avoiding the light. God, he should just accept it and go. But he hates this. He's missed her. He speaks in a hushed tone.]

Yeah, I know. I figured it out when I arrived in this bloody place and my flesh started burning. Between that and the lack of reflection, well, I figured maybe a spot of blood would be what it took to settle that hunger that just wouldn't stop no matter how much I ate. I wasn't lying about my memories, Buffy. I know what I am, but I don't... feel like one. [Or maybe he does. He doesn't know what it's supposed to feel like.]