And I get that, but there really isn't anything you can do. Where I came from, how my life changed... it was decided by something bigger than either of us. And yeah, some pretty crappy things happened to me, but I also wouldn't be me without them. You'd be talking to a very different Buffy. If she even spoke to you.

[ Buffy let go of him and could only shrug in apology. It was true. The Buffy she'd been before getting chosen, before knowing all the things that went bump in the night and that she had to stop them, she wouldn't have spoken to Vasquez. She had been ridiculously shallow and focused on the lesser things in life. ]

Hell, I don't think she would speak to me and I am me. There's no one you can hurt. But if it makes you feel better then just picture a lot of British men in tweed and shoot them up.