Every Child Born Carries into The World The Possibility of Salvation - or Slaughter

Lilah walks through a dingy, half-empty bar to a table where Wesley sits staring at the beer and shot glasses on the table in front of him. 

Lilah: 

Mind if I join you?

Wes: 

On many levels and with great intensity.

Wes pours a shot into his beer. Lilah sits down: 

How's your throat? Need a lozenge? 

Life's something, huh? 

One day you're a pivotal figure in the big battle, next thing you know, you're thrown out on your lonesome. 

No one even cares what you think any more. 

Well - I care.

Wes: 

You care.

Lilah: 

As one human being to another. 

(Smiles and raises an eyebrow at Wes) 

Just kidding. I care that your great big brain is going to waste. 

Correct me if I'm wrong, isn't Angel Jr. a thing without precedent in human history?

Wes: 

You're wrong. 

(Takes a sip of his beer) 

Mesopotamian, Greek, Hindi, Celtic myth, the bible, even Darwin, all support the coming of something that wasn't possible before.

Lilah: 

Okay. - The impossible is here. But what does it mean? 

Is it the herald of a new age, better things to come or - 

the mass-destruction of everything we hold dear?

Wes staring straight ahead: 

Yes. 

Every child born carries into the world the possibility of salvation - or slaughter.

Lilah: 

And one born to two vampires carries it in spades. 

Now, my people will be rooting - for slaughter. 

And your people... sorry - your *former* people, they won't know what to do if things turn sour.

Wes looks down: 

No. Lilah: 

So, if the kid's the next Stalin, do you kill him? 

You can't! He's Angel's son. 

But on the other hand, if you just watch while he up and kills Angel or somebody else - that cure girl from Texas, say? 

Wow, times like this? Glad I don't have a conscience.

Wes: 

I think you should leave now.

Lilah puts a hand up to her throat: 

"What was it like? When she cut you?

Wes grabs her by the throat: 

You terribly anxious to find out?