All of that darkness... She couldn't hide the audible gasp as she felt how smothering it was. Her eyes widened and she found herself momentarily staring at him, wondering how the hell he could still be standing and coherent. It already felt unnatural to her Slayer instincts, but even then there was something more to it, but she had no real idea how to reach through the darkness and the magic she assumed was probably the seals. She didn't want to make things worse with outright poking mental daggers at him. Maybe if she could avoid anything touched with the magical vibe?
It took a lot of effort on her part to avoid getting lost in the ebb and flow of all the murk she felt he was sinking in and Buffy knew some of that attitude of hers has faded slightly at what she'd seen. But it wasn't enough to make her want to run. She hesitantly tried to send a quiet wave of her own mental energy into him, not to push or prod, but to maybe boost his sense of will or self control. She'd done this once while practicing with Sarysi, the intent at the time to just inspire her and it seemed to have worked then. "Mortal, living, dead, at least I'm still pretty." She was going to try and keep the mouth moving while the mind was working. It was a poor version of sleight of hand, but she was hoping it might be worth something. "If you really have to ask me that question, then you haven't been paying nearly enough attention to me." She had the urge to try and talk him down, like she would have if he were one of the Scoobies who went dark, but as much respect she held for him, she highly doubted her importance was at a high enough level to have any real emotional impact with mere words- wait, did he just say he had to hand her over to someone? "Hold it. Rewind. Are you saying we could technically get out of this without the blood and tears and me mourning yet another ruined pair of shoes? Because surrender usually implies survival."