Buffy scoffed lightly and shook her head, reaching up to push her hair out of her eyes and streaking blood across her forehead as she did so. "No, I mean..." She paused and had to really strain to keep herself together. There was no way to describe all of the emotions going through her, but at least she could explain what had caused her to do what she'd done.
"Think I would've had to go and try to defeat her by myself if I was Peter or Sarah or Faith? Hm? Think my sister would've been left this long with a god trying to bleed her to death if I was Peter or Sarah or Faith? If I was anyone else? No one else even lifted a finger. Faith got that sword, but as a gift, she didn't go through any trouble to get it. I asked fucking angels for a weapon to try and get this done! Everyone was all for it when I first got my hands on it, on both of them, Hell, Faith asked me if she could play with one! But as soon as I wanna go out there and take some action, oh, it's bad, it's wrong, they're weapons that came from angels so we can't trust them. So you know what? Yeah, I did go out by myself, because who else is gonna do it if I don't, Spike? Nobody! Nobody and you know it!"
She was shaking all over by now. As she spoke again, her tone of voice was calmer, quieter, but no less fierce. "I can take the whole being kicked out of the leadership spot thing. Fine, no problem. I can take being a little less popular with the good guys, being a backup plan when things get ugly. But I will not just stand around and wait for people to get their thumbs out of their asses while someone's out there trying to kill Dawn."