|WILLOW: Proserpexa...Let the cleansing fires from the depths burn away the suffering souls, and bring sweet death.|
(...) (Xander suddenly breaks the beam between her & the effigy)
XANDER: Hey, black-eyed girl...Whatcha doin'?
WILLOW: Get out of here.
XANDER: Oh no...You're not the only one with powers, you know. You may be a hopped up uber-witch, but this carpenter can dry-wall you into the next century.
WILLOW: I'm not joking, Xander. Get out of my way. Now.
(flings him back)
(Xander rises, blocks the beam again)
WILLOW: You can't stop this.
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)
WILLOW: Shut up.
(she blasts him again, weaker)
XANDER: I love you, Willow.
WILLOW: Stop...(weak blast)
XANDER: I love you.
(she punches at him with her fists, breaks down crying in his arms, her hair turning back to red)
XANDER: (softly) I love you.