Lorne: Tell the truth. If the world were to end tonight, would it really, in your heart of hearts, be such a terrible thing?
[Angel doesn't answer]
Lorne: Now, now, sweetie, is that a fun place to be?
Angel: I think you should shut up now.
Lorne: I'm the Host. Have you met me? I never shut up. You pushed your friends away. You went from helping the helpless to hunting down the guilty. Blood vengeance is a luxury of the lesser being. You're a champion, Angel. I mean, you were, at least.
Angel: What do you want me to tell you?
Lorne: Everything. What's in your heart. Why you stopped caring. You know, the whole bowl of wax, so I can help you get back on your path. No need to rush. We got time. You know, not a lot.