"oh they feel pain," Faith smirked darkly as she drew out a cross and placed it over the cheek of the nearest vampire, watching the skin sizzle and burn.
"they just become used to it if they're old enough. Goes with being soulless killers, animals really." There was a snarl from her vampire before she staked him.
That seemed to be all of them. For now.
She nodded. "They are endless. Doesn't matter how often we go out, or how many we stake there will always be more." She turned and looked at Batgirl, a rare serious expression on her face. "They'll never stop. And if this gang has their way there'll be no more Slayers to deal with them. Think you could? If they win?"
It was important to her. She was a Slayer and she'd meant everything she'd said to Buffy about how important their role was. but she needed to know that id the gang won that that didn't mean the slaughter of humanity.