Buffy and Spike are facing each other, just standing and reading each other's faces. Spike's face contorts from anger to confusion and then turns solemn. Spike knows that Buffy doesn't trust Mya at all, and she never will. He knows that Mya is potentially dangerous; she can do so much harm with so much ease. He has known her for so long. He created her. A vampire who thought that this abandoned, broken girl was just a little happy meal on legs had turned out to be so much more. He is torn between his best friend and the one who he loves. He knows what he has to do. He minds tells him its needed, but he can't force his body to kill.
"Well. What now?" Buffy asks coldly.
An awkward silence fills the room as Buffy's comment echoes through the room.
"I leave." Mya replies.
Buffy and Spike both turn their heads to Mya. Both are astonished of what they have just heard. Buffy's face lights up with a bit of glee, but she pushes it down as she sees Spike's reaction. He looks more hurt than ever. Buffy sees the pain in his eyes as the words process through his head. He stands there, befuddled. Acting as if it was the end of the world. He stands there in peace, but in contempt. He holds his position as his mouth tries to form words and his voice tries to speak.
"What?" Spike mutters. "But why-"
"Heh, why isn't even a question, Spike, you know it. You both know why. I am not trustworthy. I am not strong enough. I am not what you need. I am not what you want. I am an evil, killing monster. Of whom it is your duty to dust. And I respect that, I truly do. That's why I have to go." Mya states.
Mya takes and unneeded breath and walks towards the door, past the two stunned figures. Buffy and Spike trade glances at each other, trying to figure out what Mya has said in her speech. They both stand in awe. Abruptly, Mya turns around to say one last thing.
"I–I just wanted to say one more thing. Thank you, for everything. I enjoyed my time well here. Thank you. . . Buffy." Mya speaks her last words.
Buffy feels terrible for doing such a thing, but she cannot let her guard down. She knows that Mya is not trustworthy, and that she is an unnecessary threat. After all, she tried to stake Spike, her strongest warrior. Buffy can't forget how much she means to Spike, though. She knows that Spike wouldn't be at his best without her, after they have reunited. She needs Spike. She remembers those words that she told spike "I'm not ready for you to not be here." She remembers those words and looks again at Spike. She looks at him and she sees nothing. He's not there anymore. He's left her, even when he said he wouldn't. But it's beyond his control. And she's not ready, she not ready to fight this evil alone.
"Mya . . ." Buffy starts to say.
"Tell everyone I said goodbye." Mya interrupts.
And with that Mya closes the door behind her. She has to get this done quickly, before she can't do it. She stands behind the door, thinking. She racks through her mind, sorting every thought out, trying to make sense of anything that she possibly could. But to her, nothing made sense. * I guess the power of love overcomes the power of friendship.* Mya thinks. And with this last thought she walks on.
Mya descends down the stairs, hoping that no one would notice her departure. But, Willow, Xander, and Dawn are still awake. They see Mya coming down the stairs and stand up to greet her. They first stand up in happiness knowing that Mya is okay. But this soon changes as they seen the look on Mya's face. They notice something wrong and Mya notices the look of concern on their faces. A look she has gotten used to in the years that she has lived and in the years she has roamed the world as a living corpse.
"Mya what's going on?" Willow asks.
Mya stops dead in her tracks with one hand on the doorknob. 'And I was almost there.' Mya thinks.
"What happened?" Dawn asks with a hint of vigor in her voice.
Mya doesn't speak. She doesn't know what to say. What can she say? Mya looks at their longest faces. All their faces wait for an answer, a solution to their problem. Mya fights with herself. She doesn't want to leave, but she knows she has to. She knows that it would be better for Buffy and for Spike and for the sake of the world. Buffy is in the fight of her life right now and she doesn't need distractions in her life. Mya is not needed. She's not worthy. * I am not needed. I am not wanted. I am not needed. I am not wanted.* Mya repeats in her head.
"Mya tell us. What's wrong?" Xander asks hopefully.
Mya looks around at their faces one more time. She soaks in the faces of the kind people who welcomed her with open arms. Still their faces are embedded with concern and reek of suspense. They can't hold on much longer. Willow, Xander, and Dawn need to know.
"Me." Mya spills.
With one word she sums up the problem. She sums up the main cause of Buffy's hard times. The one monster that altered Buffy's chances of winning this war was finally going to be defeated. She's the one who's wrong; she made it happen. It was all her fault. She turns back to the door and starts walking into the night, once again. But this time, she wonders if she will come back. A warrior, a monster, a best friend, leaves her family behind. And all this is done, without a tear shed.