“Xander: Yeah. They’re special, no doubt. And the amazing thing is, not one of ‘em will ever know. Not even Buffy.
Dawn: Know what?
Xander: How much harder it is for the rest of us.
Dawn: No way. They’ve got…
Xander: Seven years, Dawn. Working with the Slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. A witch. A demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit, but, come a full moon, he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful. All of them. And I’m the guy who fixes the windows.
Dawn: Well. You had that sexy army training for a while, and the windows really did need fixing.
Xander: I saw what you did last night.
Dawn: Yeah, I… I guess I kinda lost my head when I thought I was the Slayer.
Xander:You thought you were all special. Miss Sunnydale 2003. And the minute you found out you weren’t, you handed the crown to Amanda without a moment’s pause. You gave her your power.
Dawn: The power wasn’t mine.
Xander: They’ll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn’t chosen. To live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody’s watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You’re not special. You’re extraordinary.
[kisses her forehead and starts to leave]
Dawn: Maybe that’s your power.
Xander: [turns around] What?
Dawn: Seeing. Knowing.
Xander: [snorts] Maybe it is. Maybe I should get a cape.
Dawn: Cape is good.
[Xander smiles briefly before walking out of the room, leaving Dawn thoughtful]”
Dawn x Xander