Still with that deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression on her face, Buffy tightened the grip she had on her sword, adjusted it in her hands. She shifted her weight a little, as well, clearly anxious and completely unsure of herself in that moment.
She'd felt like this way too much in her life already. She didn't miss the link between the words Ben had said and ones that had been said to her in the past. It had been difficult then, the hardest thing she'd done up to that point, and it was feeling the same all over again. She was being put in a position to kill someone who was pleading with her, someone she cared about and didn't want to see die or even get hurt.
"Ben, please," she said, her voice trembling. "I have to. I...I can't trust that she won't take over again. This is the only way to make sure it stops."