"...Absolutely. I--"

There was no easy way to tell a person -- a confidant, normally, if not a dear friend -- that Luceti had taken a broken shell of a woman and filled her with life again. That it had taught her how to live for herself, and not for the faceless other. That just by being here, she'd transformed. It was all well and good, except for the part where Buffy Summers was convinced these transformations were a mistake, as far as the Slayer was concerned.

"I don't think anyone can be anywhere for this long and not change a whole damn lot. You. Me. Average Joe."