[Souls are tricky things. Painful things. They bring regret where there wasn't any before, and Spike is facing a hundred years of regret and torment along with a healthy dose of being mind-fucked by an ancient evil. But being away from that, being left to his own devices in this new city was helping him grasp lucidity a bit more. It came and went in waves, but those waves were becoming less choppy and more... sedate.
He nodded at her, still gripping the beak of the bird and again, mimicking her by giving it a pet on its bruised head. The muffled 'kweh' that came from it sounded a bit more subdued, a bit more like it didn't want another bash on the noggin, so it was going to sit there and be a good bird.]
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He nodded at her, still gripping the beak of the bird and again, mimicking her by giving it a pet on its bruised head. The muffled 'kweh' that came from it sounded a bit more subdued, a bit more like it didn't want another bash on the noggin, so it was going to sit there and be a good bird.]
No killing.