Without thinking he blocked the pillow with his forearm, letting it fall to the floor uselessly. He felt a pang in his chest upon seeing the hurt in Buffy's eyes, it took a lot of willpower not to just go over to her, hold her close and tell her it would be okay. Like he had always done. He hadn't been the source of her pain back then though and comforting her would only hurt her more. He wished he'd let the cushion hit him, he deserved it after all.
I never said that! he snapped silently in the privacy of his mind, a dark glint in his eyes. Not once had he said that Buffy meant nothing to him. He had said that he was no longer the person she knew. Lucius had been pushing her away for her own sake because if she knew the truth... it would break them both.
"Evie and I are leaving the moment the snow lets up, we won't bother either of you again" Lucius said and he meant it. Being gone was what was best for Buffy, they had to go their separate ways even if it killed him. He wouldn't be surprised if it did. Hadn't the whole point of surviving instead of dying been about Buffy? He wanted to change the system, evolve it, so that the humans would be safe and finally able to be themselves through submission.