"Oh, no, my pet. This is just the beginning."

I don't know if I like this new game of yours. I don't want to be a boy, not even for a little while. None of my dresses will fit, and Miss Edith won't like it. She'll be upset.

Will you pick a nice face for me? I like it better when I get to pick my own.

No.

No!

I've been a good girl. I haven't displeased you. I haven't eaten anyone on the Plane, not even the Slayer. The stars told me I wasn't allowed to make a mess in their garden, and I didn't want to stain the magic with any blood.

I won't be broken. Not like Daddy. You won't clip my wings. Poor Spike is running around in circles with the tin toys in his brain. He won't know how to look after me.

A filthy, stinking soul. I won't keep it. I'll claw it out. I'll cut it out.

I can smell it already, creeping closer. It's going to choke me! No! I'll get rid of it. I will, I will!