The guilt intensified at Allison's reaction. She hated Eterna and whatever she must've done to make the other girl say things like that and look so utterly defeated. Mostly, she hated herself for living comfortably and actually letting herself be happy with Ambrose. She wasn't doing enough. No matter how hard it was or how difficult the task, there had to be something more she could be doing to stop things like this from happening. She couldn't stand them. Not one bit.
"Look at me. That's not true. That's anything but true," Buffy insisted, her voice level as she approached Allison's side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Figuring out a more proactive plan of action could wait. For now, she could only be there for the other girl and try and do something, anything, for her. "I don't know what happened or what she did to you, but I know that right now? We're going to go upstairs and get you changed. Then we're going to sit down and eat the hell out of some take-out, okay?" Her voice was kind but firm, hoping that she could just get Allison sitting down before they got into the deep stuff. She turned, looking at Ambrose as she led the other girl to the stairwell.
"And you remember what you asked me on my journal, right? I was wrong. It's not an act. He really means it," she added softly.