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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : [about Illyria] She's either counting oxygen molecules or analyzing the Petri dish she just put into her mouth. Or sleeping. I can never quite tell.
Angel : You sure this is a good idea?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : We have plenty of Petri dishes.
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Illyria : You betrayed Angel. You stole his son. He tried to kill you.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Yes.
Illyria : Are these the memories you needed back? Does this now make you Wesley?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : At least I know what happened.
Illyria : Do you? There are two sets of memories. Those that happened and those that are fabricated. It's hard to tell which is which.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Try to push reality out of your mind. Focus on the other memories. They were created for a reason.
Illyria : To hide from the truth?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : To endure it.
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : She doesn't understand our world. She needs someone to guide her. She needs...
Angel : When was the last time you slept? You're not her savior. I need you here, working, not off drinking yourself into a coma, chasing ghosts. Fred's dead, Wes. You're still alive. Start acting like it.
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Illyria can be... difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt.
Angel : We'll make Spike do it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Good.
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : You changed the world.
Angel : He's my son, Wesley. Connor's my son.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : [long pause] Did you trade her? Did you trade Fred for your son?
Angel : What?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Everything that's happened since we took over Wolfram & Hart, everything that's happened to... her... Did you know? Was Fred the price?
Angel : No. Wes... I can explain. Just put that down.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Why are you so afraid of this? He said it would bring back the past. Will it undo what you've done?
Angel : No. It won't bring her back.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Let's find out.
[He motions like he's going to throw the glass cube to the ground]
Angel : No! Please. You have to trust me.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : I can't. Not anymore.
[Wesley slams the glass cube into the ground. As it shatters, the cube releases an explosion of bright yellow light, sending everyone in the room back from the blast]
