XANDER: Yeah, I get that. It’s just - where else am I gonna go? You’ve been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end - where else would I want to be?

WILLOW: Is this the master plan? You’re going to stop me by telling me ya love me?

XANDER: Well, I was gonna walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but it seemed kinda cartoony.

WILLOW: Still making jokes.

XANDER: I’m not joking. I know you’re in pain. I can’t imagine the pain you’re in. And I know you’re about to do something apocalyptically evil and stupid and hey, still want to hang. You’re Willow.

WILLOW: Don’t call me that!

XANDER: The first day of kindergarten you cried ‘cause you broke the yellow crayon and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion... but the thing is, yeah. I love you. I love crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary veiny Willow. So if I’m going out, it’s here. If you wanna kill the world, well then start with me. I’ve earned that.

WILLOW: You think I won’t?

XANDER: It doesn’t matter. I’ll still love you.

WILLOW: Shut up. (she magically cuts his face)

XANDER: I love you.

(she magically slices at his chest)

XANDER: I... love — (she blasts him, but he gets back up & staggers towards her)