Buffy had no idea what to do or say or think about the whole mess she was standing in the midst of right now. That would be for the best, wouldn't it? He knew who she was and what she was, and it always ended up painful and wrong every time they met lately. It wasn't ever going to be like it was, ad yet it still felt really wrong to give up on him.
"This is stupid!" she finally snapped, unable to keep her emotions in check after everything. "It doesn't have to be like this, but you're making it! I'm tired. I've been tired for so long, and you think this is making it easier on me? Or is it easier on you? Because you can just go all poetical about Daniel being dead, and you being somebody different." Buffy backed away, wanting more than anything to be able to run somewhere and hide. She missed her mother especially right then.
"Well, I think you're a coward," she went, her voice breaking with the angry, hot tears in her eyes. "Just stop pretending you're someone different and just admit that you changed. And deal with it and stop lying to me and to everyone else." It was coming out now, all of it. She blamed it on being emotional and exhausted and stuck in the house for a week. She turned to look at Ambrose and then back at Lucius. "A-and both of you. Never hurt each other again! Because I love him." She pointed to Ambrose. "And you're my best friend in the world." The finger came to rest on Lucius. "No matter what you say or what you pretend you are. I don't care. That's the way it is, and I'm done! I'm done with the bullshit."