Illyria: This shell...you had affection for it. For Fred.
Spike: Tons. Loved the bird.
Illyria: Yet you strike at her form without sentiment.
Spike: You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell it. And I got no problem hittin' it.
Spike: Tons. Loved the bird.
Illyria: Yet you strike at her form without sentiment.
Spike: You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell it. And I got no problem hittin' it.
Illyria : This shell...you had affection for it. For Fred.
Spike : Tons. Loved the bird.
Illyria : Yet you strike at her form without sentiment.
Spike : You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell it. And I got no problem hittin' it.
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