Dark Willow: You can’t stop this.
Xander: I know. It’s just… where else am I going to go. You’ve been my best friend my whole life. World’s gonna end. Where else would I wanna be?
Dark Willow: Is this the master plan? You’re gonna stop me by telling me you love me?
Xander: Well, I was gonna walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but it seemed kinda cartoon-y.
Dark Willow: Still making jokes.
Xander: I’m not joking. I know you’re in pain. I can’t imagin the pain you’re in. And I know you’re about to do something apocalypticly evil and stupid, and hey, I still wanna hang. You’re Willow.
Dark Willow: Don’t call me that.
Xander: The first day of kindergarden, you cried because you broke the yellow crayon. And you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far, ending the world on a terrific notion, but the thing is, yeah. I love you. I love crayon break-y Willow, and I love scary, veiny Willow. So if I’m going out, it’s here. If you wanna kill the world, then start with me. I’ve earned that.
Dark Willow: You think I won’t?
Xander: It doesn’t matter. I’ll still love you.