"Why?" She stood up, moving over to the chair, frowning. She took the clothes as they were offered to her, and held them to her chest - she hadn't worn pants in almost a month, since she was last home in fact. She glanced at Ambrose, then at Buffy, and found it painfully ironic - how confident and strong she'd been just two weeks ago, giving as good as she got, and now... it all seemed pointless.
"...Master, don't. Please." Her eyes stayed on the ground, filling with tears. "I'm a slave. That's all I am now. Don't... pretend I'm anything but." She glanced at Buffy, and shook her head. "I don't have a reason to be anything but. I'm Eterna's now. That's all I'm worth being." The words were like bile, acidic and painful in her throat, and it took everything in her to not cry.