"I don't feel as sick. But sick would be better than disappearing by like... a million and five." Because sick she could deal with. Disappearing meant that something mystical was going on. Mystical. The though leaves her filled with dread. She was the definition of mystical, after all. A magic thing that shouldn't even exist.

Her features crumble and she shakes her head at Peter. "I'm gonna disappear. I won't exist anymore. Peter I won't exist anymore cause I shouldn't even be existing in the first place." If this isn't her worst nightmare, aside from losing Buffy, she doesn't know what is.