Although nothing has ever been so cut and dry for her, Buffy can understand on some level how it must feel, she herself still coping in many ways with being the chosen one. There have always been forces within her, hidden deep inside but bubbling all the same, forces she can't yet understand and perhaps never will. In there rests the thirst for the fight, the energy, perseverance, all things she never knew she had the power to summon. In the back of her mind, she knows just what to do, instinct taking over in the heat of battle, as if etched into her mind just as Ishiah is saying.

She doubts his commands tell him to fight and kill; he isn't the Slayer. Death is not his gift.

Lost in thought, it's a while before she remembers it's her turn to speak; when she does, it's to pose another question in hopes of distracting attention from herself. She's busy, now, wondering what monsters hide beneath her skin. "Is it still like that now that you're human?"