Buffy wrinkled her nose and pondered how much to tell him. She glanced over at him and pulled both knees up to her chest. "Yes. It-" she stopped a second and then continued. "Yes. I love it. I love the fight and I love that moment when I win. I love that look on their face when they realize I'm going to win."

She rested her chin on her knees. "I hate that I can't quit. Just because I don't bruise or break doesn't mean that I don't feel pain. They hit like a wrecking ball and that hurts. I know how to fight through it because if I don't they'll win. It never stops. There's always more of them and it doesn't matter that there are hundreds of slayers all over the world now. I'm the one to get." She was careful not to say the word 'kill' even though it was the one she'd wanted to use in place of get.

She looked over at Danny and shrugged. "I better like it. This is what my life is going to be for the rest of my life."