[Buffy takes a deep breath, holding it as she lets her fingertips play over the scars scattered across Eliot's skin. She lets her breath out in a whoosh when her chest starts to burn. When her words finally come they're hushed and very heavy. It's possible her words are too quiet to hear. She's used to talking to vampires who will hear her no matter how quietly she whispers]

I killed people. Ordinary people and it's not fair. They couldn't have won. No matter how hard they tried. Stacky odds and all that.