Cordelia shook her head, rising to her feet slowly and with a heavy sigh she felt clear down into the very depths of her soul. "No. There's no intruding. I'm just..." She sighed again and shrugged, glancing toward the barrier.
"I'm not sure what I'm doing," she stated simply, her gaze flickering back to Nathan. "Before, when this all started, when I first ran into Angel at that party all those years ago and decided to come work for him, it seemed so simple. We fight the bad guys, we save the world, we live to see another day. That's changed now, and I'm not quite sure how, or even why. I just know it has."
Moving toward the table, her footsteps silent on the mat, she sat on the edge of it and glanced down toward her lap. "I'm not sure how to change it back, Nathan. I'm not sure if it even can be changed back."
She fell silent for a long moment before drawing in a breath and looking back to him. "I'm sorry, for what it's worth. This should never have happened, and I'm going to make damned sure it doesn't happen again. I don't care what it takes." Of that much, she was certain. Even if she had to encase the entire hotel in a magical barrier, she would. They couldn't afford another breech of this magnitude. They might not be so lucky, the next time.