And my motives used to be so pure.

I can't give this body up. Not now, and not to these men, and not for these purposes. Though I see that I'm not the only one with this mistake - perhaps some sort of port torture, I think, that has given me this threat and stricken me of all but the barest essence of my grace.

If there is any sort of team involved in fighting in this dimension, I'm interested, though I admit I'm not very effective without my strength.

[PRIVATE to BUFFY]

Are you on this world? Is Dean here? Is he safe? Please tell me you know. Be careful. I can't protect you like I am. And I'm afraid of what he'll ask if I protect him.