For the most part, Buffy just listened. It was kind of nice to hear someone else's opinion on the whole thing, someone who wasn't going to jump down her throat for her own. She knew she could've talked to someone else, one of the other Scoobies, but the truth was, only another Slayer could truly understand and not judge. She knew that no matter what, there would be times when someone like Xander or even Spike would look at her like she was a little off her rocker if she ranted about this stuff. Not Faith.
"They really don't know anything about what we do. And no, we don't know anything about what they do back in their home worlds, but that doesn't matter because they're here. We're not the ones that got transported to where they are." She shook her head. "Sometimes you have to let what's always worked keep on working. They don't get that."
She leaned back against the bench and sighed, letting her head fall back so that she was looking up at the sky. "I'm worried that Slayers won't have as much say in what goes on around here in a little while. And we need our voices heard. Peter, for as nice a guy as he is, can't handle this place himself. Neither can the superheroes or the demon hunters or the mutants. In the end, it's us."