"I'm not half-cocked or a quarter-cocked or anything that isn't all the way cocked!" Buffy insisted, kind of mentally chiding herself for that particular way of phrasing it. "Look, I've been thinking a lot about this. I'm not just going off of instinct here. I'm not saying he's right. I'm not justifying anything he did. Not by a long shot." She shook her head, trying not to let her frustration show. He was angry too, and they just weren't seeing eye to eye on this. Still, she wanted to try to explain it and see if there was any way he could understand.
"Look, the whole Slayer thing is going to put me in dangerous situations. I can't get out of that, and you can't protect me from all of them. But that, even though it royally sucks, isn't the point," she tried to plead in a softer voice as she reached out to touch his hand. "Daniel knows what I am. He knows the whole, foreboding prophecy to the letter, and he could turn right around to people who run this place and rat me out in a second. The thing is that he hasn't, though. That's why I'm willing to bet that he won't hurt me, and that's why I think I have a chance to get through to him if he's still in there. I have a chance to make up for not being there for him, and I have a chance to help Evie too. Please, Ambrose. I know you don't understand this, but this is the work that I have to do. As the Slayer and as a friend."