Buffy tried not to flinch at his words, at the things he was saying to her and the ideals he apparently held on to now. She couldn't help but look like he'd slapped her for a second before collecting herself and narrowing her eyes in stubborn determination again.
"She is my business, whether you like that or not," she said, an edge clearly present in her voice. "All of the people who are being hurt here or who don't want to be somebody's plaything for the rest of their lives are my business. You know, ancient prophecy and all that?" Her attitude toward Supernaturals in general was shifting, and while that was confusing enough, it didn't stop her from being certain that the people who wanted to live free deserved it. And that none of them deserved to be hurt just on a master's whim.
"And you're my business too. What, did choosing to stay with Ambrose mean that I gave up any right to being your friend?" she asked, emotion thick in her voice as she spoke. "That I'm supposed to just accept that what happened happened? I'm sorry that I wasn't there. I wish I had been because I wouldn't have let it go down like that. But I can't change that now. And I'm sorry. But how does that change the fact that there are people here who haven't done anything wrong. People who don't deserve this and don't want this. You can't believe that doing this, being a part of it is okay!"