Buffy nodded. She didn't like admitting all of this stuff out loud, especially since she'd actually had such high hopes for the people in Los Angeles who were fighting on the same side as she was. But it was true. They really didn't know what their lives as Slayers was like. They weren't just super strong. They had struggles of their own, and not everything was made easy for them just because of that. But they didn't understand. They couldn't.
"Nobody knows what it's like to come from someone else's world. And I hate to say it, but if anyone's being elitist, it's them. Assuming we're automatically gonna put them down and all that. And taking it upon themselves to try and do everything their way, just because it hasn't been tried here before. Sometimes, the native way is still the best, and sometimes it isn't. But..." She sighed. She was tired of talking about it, but at the same time, she wanted to talk now that she was around Faith.
"Don't get me wrong," she started again. "I like some of the people here. I do. They don't all treat us like crap. But the ones who do are...really loud about it." She screwed up her expression. "And they can be really influential. It worries me, to be honest."
A light chuckle escaped her. "Yeah, that's true." Her own tone was awkward at the mention of Caleb. He'd been the one to turn her into some psycho, after all.