[ All the quirkiness and snappy comebacks, all the sharp edges and intensity, they drain away and leave Buffy stunned and speechless in the face of Robin's certainty. He makes it sound so simple, unquestionable. Like he can't imagine how else he could react to something that she's saying but to believe her—to believe in her. ]
Nobody's ever just trusted me like that before.
[ At every turn, at least one of her friends is questioning her. Questioning her motives, her control, her power, her decision-making. And she doesn't blame them—most of the time, she questions herself well before they step in, but she has to make a call. She has to be firm, or at least, something in the back of her mind tells her she does. (The Slayer tells her she does.) Even Des, bastion of support for Buffy Summers, tries to pin her.
She thinks of Spike, snapping about trying to pull Thomas out of the prison. How she'd almost gotten people killed. And then, how Thomas might still be alive if they'd raided that prison when they had the chance. ]
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Nobody's ever just trusted me like that before.
[ At every turn, at least one of her friends is questioning her. Questioning her motives, her control, her power, her decision-making. And she doesn't blame them—most of the time, she questions herself well before they step in, but she has to make a call. She has to be firm, or at least, something in the back of her mind tells her she does. (The Slayer tells her she does.) Even Des, bastion of support for Buffy Summers, tries to pin her.
She thinks of Spike, snapping about trying to pull Thomas out of the prison. How she'd almost gotten people killed. And then, how Thomas might still be alive if they'd raided that prison when they had the chance. ]