"Hey, I was in her world. I was expected to be Paris Hilton," Buffy told Eliot with a hint of bitterness in her voice. Her other self had an easy life. Hard not to be jealous of those luxuries. Parents together. No stress. No Slaying.
"It's bullshit if you ask me, too. But -" She looked up and around, as if searching for someone. "Ah. That's right. None of them asked. They just...lay the whammy on you. You can resist doing the job, but then there's an unending amount of guilt that won't go anywhere. And you know, it's very hard to accessorize guilt."
So that's where the name thing came from. That made sense. Duh at her. "Buffy isn't my real name." A pause, she looked up, rolling her eyes. "Okay, yea, it is."
The pirate with a painted-on eyepatch looked at her menacingly. "Oooh, he's evil." She took her shot, and missed. The ball had decided to fly off of the set course and over the barriers. She'd used too much force. "Perfect," Buffy muttered in annoyance. "I knew he was evil."
She turned towards him, indicating that he should just go ahead. Was winning really her goal? "So, a team, huh? Bet you miss them. And the...feeling. Knowing your place, all that. Although I am surprised that you were on the 'good' side of things. Guess you wanted to keep that a secret - keep your 'reputation' in tact."