"Assholes get crispy fried," she agreed with a faint nod. "Especially ones who treat teenage girls like they're weapons."
Faith watched Buffy a moment, her eyes narrowed slightly as her gaze turned scrutinizing. "What you say matters, B. This aint some dictatorship, I listen to what everyone says. So what you say matters."
She sighed, her hand reaching to rub the back of her neck, trying to stretch out the kinks forming in the muscles. "I'm not gonna kick you out of here. Never gonna. And I'm not going to force you to stay against your will either. It's your choice. There's some stuff I'd want if you stayed, but it's not a huge amount and you're free to leave any time you wanted. You can still affect change. I may be the boss or whatever, for however much that means, but your opinion still matters to me. We're Slayers. We've both been through the shit from the Council and we were both there in SunnyD. There's few I would trust the way I trust you. But ultimately, it's your choice."