"They sold you?" Buffy's voice was incredulous, and she looked sickened by the idea alone. How could they call themselves rebels, people even and sell their own? That idea disturbed her more than the notion that he might be wise to her. She looked down at her hands, trying not to look as affected by that news as she was. She wasn't supposed to feel bad for the enemy, but it hadn't been his choice, right?
"I'm sorry," she finally managed, not looking up just yet as she inspected the piece of bread she'd unconsciously clenched up in her hand when she'd been afraid that he knew. "That's not cool."