No. "No," she said with a shake of her head, voice slightly shaky "I was in the future. She was alive until-" until Buffy had killed her. But she was alive two hundred years from now. ...unless that changed. "Shit." she cursed, shutting her eyes slightly. None of this was going right. Either way, she was dead. There had to be another way.
Slayers declared terrorists. The definition of it getting bigger. None of this was new or unexpected to her, but as Anya spoke, the picture of their future she painted in her head grew more dark. There were no Slayers left. She was dead, Faith was dead. Buffy didn't even want to know how she died. Twilight wanted her head, wanted it the most, she had probably been the first. Or maybe she was giving herself too much credit.
Dawn vanishing was probably the biggest blow for her a the moment, and that was clear in her features. But Xander was alive. That was good. He was okay. She offered a weak smile at the mention of him coming back to her. "Well, there's that." she said lamely.
Buffy glanced over her shoulder as Faith appeared, and then looked back at Anya. "It's Anya." she explained. "Or Anya from the future."