They have to know, that it was quick, that I wasn't scared - I'm not scared, I'm not scared. Please, please Wesley... why can't I stay?

"Is that it? Am I done?"

Lilah: Why so glum? It is kinda what you wanted, isn't it? I mean, deep down. Me out of the picture—utterly, finally. You can't get outer than this. It makes your life simpler, doesn't it? Cleaner?

Wesley: I didn't want this.

Lilah: Come on, what are you worried about, Wesley? You hated yourself for being with me. Or maybe you just hated yourself for loving being with me. (laughs) Hey, semantics. In any case, we both knew, sooner or later, it would come to a messy end. For one of us, anyway. (pulls him to face her; she touches his face and arms) So ease up on that furrowed brow. You're free now. No longer encumbered with the secret shame of our relationship.

Wesley: It wasn't a relationship.

Lilah: There's a signed dollar bill in your wallet I think proves different. You knew how I felt.

Wesley: You don't feel.

Lilah: The only true thing I ever—

Wesley: You didn't love me! You couldn't.

Lilah: We'll never know now, will we? I know what it is. The reason you're having such a hard time with this. Why you're taking so long to—you know... (makes a creaking noise as she gestures across her throat with her hand) The awful truth: you couldn't save me. And this is the exclamation point.

Wesley: Saved you from the Beast, for all the good it did.

Lilah: Wesley, you know that's not what I'm talking about. You couldn't save me from me.

Wesley: Is that what you thought?

Lilah: Me? (laughs) Lover, I'm not even here. I'm just a figment in your devilishly handsome head. So, clearly, it's what you thought. For all your supposed darkness, edge of the razor mystique, there was always a small part of you that thought you could pull me back from the brink of my evil, evil ways. Help me find redemption.

Wesley: Redemption?

Lilah: Angel's influence, I suppose. The whole not giving up on someone, no matter how far he—or she—has fallen. Oh, well. Too late for me. Let's just get it over with. That body's not gonna dismember itself, you know.

Wesley: I'm sorry, Lilah.

Lilah: Oh, Wes, we don't have that word in our vocabulary. Not people like you and—

(the axe swings forward)

Man: So, which one of you is Angel?

(pregnant pause)

Wesley: It's just a name.