Buffy glances up at him, but her gaze doesn't linger. She doesn't speak for a minute. Fighting the conflicting and troubling feelings she has about it, trying not to let it all spill out in unrecognizable blobs of words. Trying to make it make sense, work through it as she speaks.

"I didn't think I did this time, but.. I don't know. Did I have a choice?"

There are tears in her eyes now, and she's wringing her hands together. She's rather guarded right now. Afraid. She braves another glance at Spike.