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Illyria Quotes
A Hole in the World
Illyria: This will do.
Shells
Illyria: My name... You would presume to speak my name...Because I have returned in the body of the human, you think you can speak to me. It's disgusting.
Illyria: Oh... now I remember.Winifred Burkle is the shell I'm in.
Wesley: She's the woman you killed.
Illyria:This is grief. I'm watching human grief. It's like offal in my mouth.
Illyria: You seek to save what's rotted through. This carcass is bound to me. I could not change that if I cared to, but you have opened my eyes to truth. If the world is truly overrun by humans...then I have work to do
Illyria: Two half breeds and a band of primitives, is this all that challenges me now?
Illyria: The wolf, ram, and hart? In my time they were weak, barely above the vampire.
Illyria: Unimpressive.
Illyria: Youre too late. My army will rise. This world will be mine once again
Illyria: It can't be. It's gone.My world is gone.
Wesley: Now you know how I feel.
Illyria: This is important to you. Things have names. The shell... Winifred Burkle... She can't return to you.
Wesley: I know.
Illyria: Yet there are fragments. When her brain collapsed, electrical spasms channeled into my function system... memories. (as Fred) Please...Wesley, why can't I stay?
Wesley: No. Leave.
Illyria: I've nowhere to go. My kingdom is long dead. Long dead. There's so much I don't understand. I've become overwhelmed. I'm unsure of my place.
Wesley:Your place is with the rest of your people: Dead and turned to ash.
Illyria: Perhaps... but I exist here. I must learn to walk in this world.I'll need your help... Wesley.
Wesley: I'm probably the last man in the world to teach you what's right.
Illyria:But you will. If I abide, you will help me.
Wesley: Yes
Illyria: Because I look like her?
Wesley: Yes
Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief?
Wesley: There's love. There's hope...for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy... that your life will lead you to some joy... that after everything... you can still be surprised.
Underneath
Illyria: You've been sitting for a long time.
Wesley: Yeah. Dozed off.
Illyria: You drank a great deal of that poison, you called me a lot of names meant to hurt feelings I no longer have, and then you sat there for hours making noise with your nose.
Wes: I was dreaming, you twit.
Illyria: In my time, nightmares walked among us, walked and danced, skewering victims in plain sight, laying their fears and worst desires out for everyone to see. This...to make us laugh. And now nightmares are trapped inside the heads of humans... pitiful echoes of themselves. I wonder whom they angered so to merit such a fate.
Wesley: Are you telling me the great Illyria, idol of millions, was limited to one small dimension?
Illyria: I traveled all of them as I pleased. I walked worlds of smoke and half-truths, intangible. Worlds of torment, and of unnameable beauty. Opaline towers as high as small moons. Glaciers that rippled with incensing lust. -And one world with nothing but shrimp. I tired of that one quickly.
Wesley: Then why stay in this one? Surely there's a world more appealing- maybe not the shrimp one- but one where you'll be welcome like you never will be here.
Illyria: I should gut you where you stand. You challenged me. There's not enough space to open my jaws. My face is not my face. I don't know what it will say.
Illyria: I lived 7 lives at once. I was power and the ecstasy of death. I was god to a god. Now... I—I'm trapped... on a roof. Just one roof... in this time and this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a Smurf
Illyria:Your world is so small. And yet you box yourselves in rooms even smaller. You shut yourselves inside... in rooms, in routines.
Wesley:There are things worse than walls. Terrible... and beautiful. If we look at them for too long they will burn right through us. Truths we couldn't bear. Not every day.
Illyria:We are so weak.
Wesley:Yes. Yes, we are.
Origin
Illyria: You break so easily. Why do you bother getting back up?
Spike: Right. We need to set some ground rules. First off--no more punching me in the face. Secondly, when I punch you in the face, you tell me how you feel so I can write that down on my clipboard. Third--no touching my clipboard. Fourth--
Illyria: I enjoy hurting you.
Spike: Well, we're gonna have to fix that, 'cause-- (Illyria kicks Spike in the face. Spike punches her. Illyria punches him across the room)
Wesley: How goes it?
Illyria: I've been hitting the half-breed. He makes noise.
Illyria: In my time, a leader would punish your insolence with death.
Wesley: We're not being insolent, Illyria.
Spike: I am.
Illyria: I'd like to keep Spike as my pet.
Angel: Connor, this is Spike and Illyria. Guys, this is Connor.
Connor: Hi. umm...I like your outfit.
Illyria: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me.
Time Bomb
Illyria: This thing...
Angel: Let him go
Illyria: It's important to you
Wesley: Illyria, stop
Illyria:It holds value—worth beyond price.
Angel: I said, let him—
Wesley:Yes, great worth. A great debt. You're talking of the debt, aren't you... of what we owe you?
Illyria: Of what you owe me.
Illyria:This shell... you had affection for it, for Fred.
Spike:Tons. Loved the bird.
Illyria:Yet you strike at her form without sentiment.
Spike: You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell it. And I got no problem hitting it.
Illyria: You're adapting.
Spike: We do that.
Illyria: Adaptation is compromise.
Spike: It's called learning. But then I guess you know everything there is to know.
Illyria: When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned. It knelt at my feet.
Spike: "Dear Penthouse, I don't normally write letters like this, but—"
Illyria: Illyria was all they needed to know.
Spike: Then came the Internet
Illyria: You have nothing. Your kind has pulled this domain apart. Each of you has snatched a tiny piece of it. Even those with the mightiest hoards are paupers.
Spike:The one who dies with the most toys wins, eh?
Illyria: To never die... and to conquer all, that is winning.
Illyria:This day. What name is it given in your cycle of days?
Wesley: I give it... Monday.
Illyria:And this conversation. We've had it before.
Wesley:Well, yes, we've... discussed our system of temporal measurement and our technology, weights and measures, local customs, world history...
Illyria:You are my guide.
Wesley: Apparently.
Illyria:You're more than that.
Wesley: Really?
Illyria: You are my betrayer. When you shattered the Window of Orlon, you meant to change the past, to rewrite your history and the history of this body.
Wesley:And instead I brought back more painful memories.
Illyria:It was a failure.
Wesley:I've come to understand how irreversible the works of time are.
Illyria: But you intended to alter them.
Wesley:I wanted to bring back Fred.
Illyria:And destroy me!
Wesley:As an unavoidable consequence. Does it sting you... my betrayal?
Illyria: Betrayal was a neutral word in my day, as unjudged a word as water or breeze. No.Or perhaps... I am only bothered because I am bothered.
Wesley: That sounds very close to human.
Illyria: Motes of dust. Mayflies who die so soon after they're born they might as well not live at all.
Wesley: Now, now. Manners.
Illyria: Odd.It doesn't exist until it cracks apart.
Wesley:What's that?
Illyria: Time.
Wesley: You don't look altogether well.
Illyria: Your opinion of me weighs less than sunlight.
Wesley: Illyria?
Illyria: You tried to murder me. Again!
Wesley: What? I haven't... I don't want you dead, believe me.
Illyria: I was there. I saw it.
Lorne: Hey Leery, when did you catch on to me? In the elevator? That was a tough one.
Illyria: The Vampire plays children's games.
Lorne: Well tag you're it honey.
Illyria:You will speak to me.
Angel:In the middle of something
Illyria:Then I will end it.
Angel: Yeah, OK.
Angel:You don't interrupt our work! Understand me?
Illyria:What is it, poison? Magicks? It impresses me, the power of it. Whatever you've done, it can't save you. To do anything but bow to my will is absurd, yet you conspire—
Angel:We haven't done anything to you.
Illyria: Jealous. Plankton envying the ocean that holds them.
Angel:Yeah, that's great. Listen, I got things—
Illyria: Ridiculous apes. My death won't prevent your dying. What have you done to me?!
Angel:Get your damn hands off me.
Illyria: You do not know. Not yet. It's too early.
Wesley:Are you all right?
Angel:No, I'm not all right.What the hell did you do to me?
Wesley: Angel.
Illyria: You weren't here before.
Wesley:Who—where did—what just happened?
Illyria: An aberration in the time line. It wasn't like this—
Angel:Damn it! What the hell was this?
Illyria:You followed me.
Angel:Gunn?
Illyria:You've been swept up in my wake.
Angel: This is the holding dimension.
Illyria: How did you worms accomplish this?
Angel:We didn't. We—accomplish what?
Illyria:You ripped me out of linear progression, tore my time line into shreds, and stitched it back together out of sequence.
Angel:Are you kidding?!
Illyria: You caged me in this fractured time frame, in moments that repeat themselves over and over without deviation. But I don't say these words. I rip the necklace off. I lift him from the table. We speak. And the demon attacks again. Is it of your sciences? How do you unweave time in this way?
Angel:This isn't us. We don't have the power to do—
Illyria:Do you know what you were when I was young? You were the muck at our feet. We called you "the ooze that eats itself". You were pretty at night. You sparkled, and you stank. You still stink of it!
Angel:Will you just shut up for once?!
Illyria:What?
Angel: My God, the speechifying. Has it ever occurred to you that now might not be the best time for when-we-were-muck stories?
Illyria:You dare to speak to me in this—
Angel:Yes, I dare. And, yes, we are looking for a way of controlling you any way that we can. I can't have an "x" factor like you bouncing around unchecked.
Illyria:"Bouncing around"?!
Angel:Yes, and I know you would do the same thing. I know that for a fact. But this is my kingdom, lady, not yours!
Illyria: Your kingdom! I am Illyria, god-king of the primordium, shaper of things!
Angel: Yeah, well, that was then—
Angel:This is... Now.
Illyria:Yes. Nothing's what it used to be, is it?
Angel:No...
Illyria:These are the fruits of your attempt to murder me. Your kingdom turned to ash and stale wind. I slew the white-haired one first.
Angel:This can't be.
Illyria:And then Wesley, as he raised his weapon... and your demon clown as he wilted in terror.
Angel: And I'm next.
Illyria:No, vampire. You were last.
Angel:Why?
Illyria:You know nothing of this. You're from an earlier point in the time line. You are a paradox. You're impossible.
Angel:We attacked you.
Illyria:I didn't give you the chance. That you learn when you become a king. You learn to destroy everything that's not utterly yours. All that matters is victory. That's how your reign persists. You're a slave to an insane construct. You are moral. A true ruler is as moral as a hurricane, empty but for the force of his gale. But you... trapped in the web of the Wolf, the Ram, the Hart. So much power here, and you quibble at its price.If you want to win a war, you must serve no master but your ambition. Aaaaah! Oh, you have not lied. My undoing is beyond you, your people.Something is broken inside me. Aaah! My power is too great! I know this now, as I know it every time I come to this moment.
Angel: Illyria, if I'm here, if I am paradox, then this can all change, can't it? You said things had been altered, what you said, what you did. You can change this outcome!
Illyria: Change is constant. Yet things remain the same.
Illyria:You are the Angel from the past. You were swept up in my wake.
Angel:You're not a king anymore. Your domain is gone, swallowed by time.
Illyria:And we've had this conversation.
Angel: You explode. I was there. It was powerful enough to blow me back through time. I have no idea what it does to the building.
Wesley:More like the continental shelf, actually.
Angel:I have to stop that. Do you understand? I cannot have your death blow away my—
Illyria: Your kingdom?!
Angel: Yeah, sure, whatever.
Illyria: You ask me to allow you to murder me?
Spike: It's not murder if you say yes.
Wesley:No one is murdering you. This device won't kill you.
Angel:What? You said—
Wesley:I lied. Illyria, this device will draw the energy away from you safely. It will allow you to live.
Illyria:Your intent is not murder.
Wesley: It never was.
Lorne:Well, no harm, no foul.
Illyria:But you tried to destroy me to bring back Fred.
Wesley: That didn't work. It was a failure. But now I know you're all that's left.
Illyria: You want to take my power... to let me live. But I am my power. And I would rather be a titanic crater than to be like unto you.
Angel:Illyria, the future can change here. You can choose a different path.
Illyria:And be nothing.
Angel:And be what you are.Fighting to hold on to what you were... it's destroying you.
Illyria:You would do this to me.
Wesley: I'd try anyway. Every time.
Illyria: I possess so much grace, more grace than this bag of sticks could express. I was the immaculate embodiment of rule. I blame this on the weakness of your species.
Wesley:Fair enough.
Wes: Illyria?
Illyria: Touch me and die vermon
Spike: Not a very dramatic difference really.
The Girl in Question
Illyria: I can no longer hear the song of the green.
Lorne: You think that includes me?
Wesley:Her powers have been greatly reduced. She still has an unusual level of strength, but is no longer invulnerable or able to alter time.
Illyria:You revel in my defeat.
Wesley: Is that how you view it—you've been defeated?
Illyria: My world gone. My power stripped. How would you define it?
Lorne:Uh, I don't know, how about... lucky we didn't kill you when you went nuclear?
Illyria: This fate is worse than death. Condemned to live out existence in a vessel incapable of sustaining my true glory. How am I to function with such limitation?
Lorne:Well, ever tried a Sea Breeze?
Illyria: You attempt amusement at the expense of your better.
Wesley: Illyria. Perhaps you should return to the lab.
Illyria: I do not bend to your wishes.
Wesley: I'm not asking you to. Merely suggesting that more tests might lead to knowledge of how to help you function.
Illyira: I go because it suits me.
Lorne: Whew. Ah, too bad that whirly-jig thing didn't suck the sass out of her.
Wesley:What the hell are you doing?
Fred:Visiting with my folks.
Wesley:Illyria—
Illyria:Your grief hangs off of you like rotted flesh. I couldn't tolerate it from them as well. I thought this would be more convenient.
Wesley: How's it possible?
Illyria: It's a simple modulation of my form. I appear as I choose. Do you wish me to stop?
Wesley:Did you get what you needed from that experience?
Illyria:Yes. It was most informative.
Wesley: Good. Don't ever do it again.
Illyria: (as Fred) Wes? Are you, like...mad at me or something?
Wesley: Stop it.
Illyria: Isn't it what you desire? I mean...you love me, I love you. What's the big deal?
Wesley: I loved her.
Illyria: You loved this. And a part of you still does. I can feel it in you. I...wish to explore it further.
Wesley: Never. You...like this. It sickens me.
Illyria: (as Fred) Oh, lord. We both know that ain't true.
Wesley: Stop it! Change back. Be blue. Be anything. Don't be her. Don't ever be her.
Illyria: As You Wish !
Power Play
Spike:Like you're not even there. World trembled before your feet once. Now... padding around a place you don't want to be in, and the rabble don't even give you so much as a polite yawn.
Illyria:Do not presume I require any creature's attention.
Spike:Wouldn't dream of it, Blue. Still...you can't enjoy haunting this place. Less than what you were, not knowing what to do with yourself. Believe me, I've been there.
Illyria:And what do you know of it?
Spike:Long and fascinating tale. Ghost story, in fact. Short of it is... take my advice. Get out once in a while. Before you go bats.
Illyria:Out?
Spike:
Out. Outside. That place just on the other side of the window.
Illyria :I've grown wary of this world since my powers were depleted. Strange... though I've been made more human, this place remains disconcerting.
Spike:Yeah, well, I'm afraid that never goes away. Anyhow, I thought Wesley was giving you a primer on all things human.
Illyria: He and I are no longer having intercourse.
Spike:Y-ah. You wh-what?
Illyria:He has ceased communication with me.
Spike:Oh! Oh. Communi—
Illyria:My recent reversion to the Burkle persona disturbed him. And he will not tell me why.
Spike:You don't know? You may not think you're as powerful as you were, Highness, but looking like Fred, for some of us... it's the most devastating power you have.
Spike:See? This isn't so bad now. Little field trip out in the... well, what passes in this city for fresh air. All we need now is to bag ourselves a Boretz demon, we got ourselves a perfect date.
Illyria:Angel does not think the casualties of this creature are important enough to avenge.
Spike:Yeah. I think corporate living's made him lose his love for the hunt. No worries. More for me then.
Illyria:It does not serve his interest.
Spike:What are you on about?
Illyria:I've seen this before with many rulers. Your leader has been corrupted.
Spike:Hey, hang on. In the first place, Angel's not my leader. In the second, what the bloody hell do you mean corrupted?
Illyria:It always begins the same. A ruler turns a blind eye to the dealings of battles from which he cannot gain... and a deaf ear to the counsel of those closest to him. As his strength increases, so does the separation between he and his follow—
Spike:Shh. You smell that?
Illyria:The odors of everything in this world of men are equally repugnant to me.
Spike:Bloody helpful. You're wrong about Angel. Not that I don't think the sod could end up being a megalomaniacal bastard. It's just that if he did... I'd know it. I'd feel it.
Illyria:You'll have proof soon enough. A corrupted ruler on such a path sees treachery and betrayal all around him. He cannot suffer intimates and will eventually turn against them.
Spike:Guess I don't have to worry about that, 'cause Angel and me have never been intimate. Except that one...
Illyria:Mark me. He will murder one of you.
Drogyn:Actually, he already has.
Spike:Drogyn?
Illyria:Who is this?
Spike:The guardian of the Deeper Well. Greenskeeper of your graveyard, so to speak.
Illyria:My jailer.
Drogyn:Illyria...
Spike:Boretz.
Spike:You mind watching over our friend Drogyn? Aw, come on. New place'll do you good. It's nice and cozy. Help yourself to some beer in the fridge. Switch on the telly if you get bored. And, uh, feel free to play a little Crash Bandicoot. Give you lot something to pass the time.
Illyria:Crash Bandicoot?
Drogyn: It is a test, a task of some sort. You must collect those crystals. And the fruit.
Illyria:Why?
Drogyn: Old one... you have no right to walk this Earth. Your time is past. You belong to the well.
Illyria: Truly. I wish now I had never been brought out of it.
Drogyn: Do you?
Illyria: I don't know. I play this game... it's pointless and annoys me... and yet, I'm compelled to play on. Does that not—
Hamilton : Well, looky, looky who's making friends.
Drogyn:Marcus.
Hamilton: Dro, how have you been?
Illyria: You're acquainted with this creature?
Hamilton:Yes. We go way back, don't we?
Drogyn: Too far.
Hamilton: Hmm, the good old days. So I hear you're living in a tree now.
Drogyn: The tree is the entrance to the Deeper Well. I live in a cave. It's really quite pleasant.
Hamilton: I'm sure it's a peach. Afraid you won't be returning to it again.
Illyria:You will not harm him
Not Fade Way
Wesley : Illyria, can you hear me?
Spike: Who did this to you?
Illyria: It was Hamilton. Took Drogyn.
Illyria: I don't understand.
Wesley: It'll help you heal faster. If you really plan to join us in this fight—
Illyria: I will fight. I've been broken and humiliated. I will return in kind every blow, every sting. I will shred my adversaries. Pull their eyes out just enough to turn them towards their mewing, mutilated faces.
Wesley: You're a very inspirational person. Have I mentioned that?
Illyria: You are what I don't understand.
Wesley: And that would be different because?
Illyria: Angel told you to do whatever you wanted. Today... tonight, you may all be dead.
Wesley: Yes. Good point.
Illyria: I am not what you want.
Wesley: No.
Illyria: Then why—
Wesley: Don't I go off and have one last perfect day? Smell the flowers, or sky-dive, or have a go with Mistress Spanks-A-Lot... or whatever the hell one is supposed to do in this situation.
Illyria : Mistress who?
Wesley:There is no perfect day for me, Illyria. There is no sunset or painting or finely-aged scotch that's going to sum up my life and make tonight any... There is nothing that I want.
Illyria: You want to be with Fred.
Wesley: Yes. Yes, that's where I'd be if I could.
Illyria: I could assume her shape, make her come alive again this once for you. But you would never ask me to.
Wesley: The first lesson a watcher learns is to separate truth from illusion. Because in the world of magics, it's the hardest thing to do. The truth is that Fred is gone. To pretend anything else would be a lie. And since I don't actually intend to die tonight, I won't accept a lie. Is it better?
Illyria: It's better.
Angel: Illyria..Izzerial the Devil and 3 other members of the circle dine together almost every night.
Illyria: I'll make trophies of their spines.
Angel: Good to have you on the team.
Illyria: Try not to die. You are not unpleasant to my eyes.
Gunn: Uh, thanks. You... try not to die, too.
Illyria: Wesley. This wound is mortal.
Wesley: Aren't we all? It was good... that you came.
Illyria: I killed all mine, and I was...
Wesley: Concerned?
Illyria: I think so. But I can't help. You'll be dead within moments.
Wesley: I know.
Illyria: Would you like me to lie to you now?
Wesley: Yes. Thank you. Yes. Hello there.
Fred: Oh, Wesley. My Wesley.
Wesley: Fred. I've missed you.
Fred: It's gonna be OK. It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am. We'll be together.
Wesley: I—I love you.
Fred: I love you. My love. Oh, my love.
Gunn: Any word on Wes?
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence.
Gunn: OK. You take the 30,000 on the left...
Illyria: You're fading. You'll last 10 minutes at best.
GOTTA LOVE IT...;)
~Rayne~
