Buffy rolled her eyes. He was right, kind of. There were times when she didn't want to be chased, and times where she felt guilty about Spike, but used him, and times where - it didn't matter now. He had died a champion and she had felt it deeply. That mattered. Who cared how it started?
When they reached the door, she stopped just behind him, pulling him back a little. The question took her off guard. "Why wouldn't I trust a champion?" She didn't want to watch him burn again. This place was weird. Maybe it had done something like that. "Do it."