“You were always a slave, Justine. You just couldn’t see the chains.”
Wes

Illyria: “It can’t be. It’s gone. My world is gone.” 

Wes: “Now you know how I feel.” 

Faith: “Wes.”

Wes: “Faith.”

Faith: “See. Brits know how to say goodbye. Angel here wanted a hug.”

Angel: “No, I didn’t.”