[For a couple of moments, she doesn't say anything at all. She just glances down at the ground instead of up at him. She doesn't know what to say to all of that.] I don't get how talking about it and letting it out is supposed to somehow magically make everything okay. But I know that holding it in ain't good either. [When he brings up Buffy, Faith can't hide how surprised she is that he'd say that.] I'm not, I'm just really good at hiding it. [She really wants to hit something, but she doesn't, just keeps her hands in her pockets.]
Fine, you want to know? They always told me he was dead, but he wasn't. He was just in jail for murder. And my mom's a junkie whore, and her pimp used to do things to me. I was shipped off to social services. He showed up a couple of times after he got out on parole. Always wanting something, someone to take it out on.