"That's not usually the reaction I get," Faith admitted. "Normally it's more.. no, Faith, feel guilty, never stop feeling guilty because you're twisted and wrong." Weirdly, her accent became slightly British at that.
"Angel was the one to save me before. And now he's gone." She wrapped her arms around herself, partially because she was cold, but mostly as some sort of shield.
"And now..." She half laughed. "Now I haven't been sober in weeks, am picking every fight I can, letting Deacon freaking Frost bite me, screwing Creed..."
She shook her head. "Screwed up, damn right I am."