Spike lowered his head, pushing himself slowly to his feet. "Yea, Dru," he said softly, no longer hurt. The tone was an unreadable one, full of seven different unnameable emotions. "I'll tell you."
In seconds, he was millimeters away from her face. His eyes melted from ice blue to liquid gold; his brow formed and shifted, his canines elongated. "Do you see this?" He asked, voice still soft. "This is what you did to me. This is you, Drusilla." His face melted back into human form, and he cocked his head to the side. "And part of me still thanks you for that."
He pushed himself off of Dru and turned to the door, storming through it; it slammed shut in his wake, startling Gwen once more. He turned and opened his mouth to scream at her, and thought better of it; he shook his head and pushed through the other doors to find Buffy and Willow.
"She doesn't remember a sodding thing," He reported to Buffy, voice stiff and tense. "She doesn't remember me, Angel, anyone. I don't know what the bloody hell you lot are gonna do about this one, but count me out. Bugger this mess."
