As Giles was driving, he kept his mouth firmly closed. Buffy was running half-cocked into a huge battle, but there was nothing he could do about it. His slayer had always been special, whether she realized it or not. She had died twice, and by some miracle that he didn't understand, Buffy still lived. She stood taller now than she ever had before. After her mother's death and the episode with Glory, Giles hadn't been sure if Buffy would ever be the same. Oh, she'd assured everyone that she was fine, but her eyes had held a vacant look. They'd all noticed. Now, Giles looked at Buffy and saw only a determined young woman who was stronger than any he had ever known. And he loved her for it. Not in the way he'd loved Jenny, of course. No one would ever replace his Jenny. But Giles loved her like a father loved his daughter. And it was like that with Buffy and Giles. It was a relationship that he was very thankful for. If not for Buffy, he would have given up long ago. That's why he stood with her now, why he was driving them towards death and mayhem. He knew this was important to Buffy, and he needed no further explanation.