I can still the look of dumb shock on her face as you set her aflame. Hallie thought she was so damned sophisticated. But she was just another hooker, knifed by her pimp. D'Hoffryn, do even you have any clue how many prostitutes I've avenged? If that nice Mister Wells hadn't been so creative in pursuing and finishing off Bloody Jack, you would never have believed what I had set up for that little surgeon.

How very damned odd to know that I can depend more on the man who ran out on me last year than the one who gave me power last millennium. Xander fetches whatever I ask him to from the storage I rented, after The Magic Box closed. I always ask for six items, one I need and five random ones. You'll never see it coming.

I wonder, when you can't teleport anymore, if any of 'your girls' will come to your aid? I'm giving you straight to Buffy, then, bound up and your banes all well researched. Willow will be helpful, but I'm not depending on her. I am keeping something handy to stop her from maybe freeing you. Nothing bad. Just something certain.

How DARE you forget that I knew vengeance before you ever took notice of me? Olaf was all my work. What Willow does with computers, I did with herbs, and my knowledge has only increased. There'll be no flexing of your mystic muscles, then. I'll be aiming your essence straight at whatever sponsors you have, as a weapon. There'll be no one left to avenge you.

I have friends. You have subjects under an iron hand. My most naive friend is Dawnie, who'd prolly still have a torch shoved up your backside before you could get your first taunt out. If Hallifrek meant nothing to you, then no one does. That will be your final undoing. And to some extent, I know which of your 'stable' will just gallop off as your barn burns, down to the ground, and then down to hell, and then down to the chaoplasm that may or may not lie beyond hell.

You severely misunderstood me, D'Hoffryn. Those last words you heard were not a plea.

You Should Have Killed Me.