"No." That's the honest truth. "I've never avoided you." The story he's told her might seem like a giant stinking pile of nonsense, but it isn't; he hasn't lied to her before -- he only didn't tell her he knew Spike was here -- and he's not lying to her now.
He understands the part about it feeling like a dream; he's often felt that way about this place even though he knows it isn't. It's just a different branch of reality, as far as he can tell, where dead or alive doesn't make much difference, and neither does I know you or I don't know you or I've never heard of the world you come from or I can't believe you're from a thousand years before me.
"Time is kind of funny here." That's an understatement. "And there are all sorts of people from... everywhere. Some are alive, some are dead." That admission makes him swallow a little bit harder. "Some don't know what they are. Most don't know why they're here. Some can leave, and some can't. Just like everywhere else, some are happy and some are unhappy. Some like it and some don't."
There isn't a whole lot more he can say about this place.
"But no, I wasn't avoiding you. You're..." A small smile threatens his features; he almost has to laugh. "...one of the only people here who really knows me."
How's that for ironic? The one person who knows his secrets can't remember anything about him.
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Date: 2007-06-28 05:02 pm (UTC)He understands the part about it feeling like a dream; he's often felt that way about this place even though he knows it isn't. It's just a different branch of reality, as far as he can tell, where dead or alive doesn't make much difference, and neither does I know you or I don't know you or I've never heard of the world you come from or I can't believe you're from a thousand years before me.
"Time is kind of funny here." That's an understatement. "And there are all sorts of people from... everywhere. Some are alive, some are dead." That admission makes him swallow a little bit harder. "Some don't know what they are. Most don't know why they're here. Some can leave, and some can't. Just like everywhere else, some are happy and some are unhappy. Some like it and some don't."
There isn't a whole lot more he can say about this place.
"But no, I wasn't avoiding you. You're..." A small smile threatens his features; he almost has to laugh. "...one of the only people here who really knows me."
How's that for ironic? The one person who knows his secrets can't remember anything about him.