"Pretty much. Along with all the other nasties out there," Faith sighed tiredly. "I can't kill her. Just got to stop her killing anyone else."
She smiled at him, feeling stronger than she had for a while. "That helps. Being believed in."
She arched an eyebrow with a faint smirk, a hint of her old playfulness showing through. "I am pretty damn far from perfect babe. And I think most people have skeletons." She turned more serious again as she looked at him. "And you know if you ever want to talk, I'm hardly one to judge."