Faith was listening so much it actually took her a moment to register what Claire had said. "Huh, what?" She frowned. "What do you mean you faked being a bad guy? What the hell happened when I was with Ang..." she cut off before she said the full name. "When I was there?"
Claire was right, they'd all known something was wrong with Sam. The attitude problem, the disappearing for days at a time. Something was very wrong in the world of Sam Winchester and there hadn't been a damn thing any of them could have done to stop it.
"Blood," she shook her head with a bitter, harsh laugh. "Sam was drinking her blood. Like some freaking vampire." The mere idea of it was a hard one to get her head around. "You know, when I was... there," she hesitated a long moment, uncomfortable with talking about it. "He, er, he tried to make me drink some blood. Get the taste for it before he turned me, I guess," she screwed her face up with distaste, suppressing the shiver. "I couldn't do it. Spat it in his face. It just tasted so damn vile and wrong." She glanced over to Claire, her face carefully calm. "How do you think he made himself to it?" Even though she'd switched which 'he' she was talking about, she hoped it made sense. "It was blood, a demon's blood. What the hell could have made him believe that anything good could have come out of that?"
It stung to hear second hand what had been said to Mary, and the idea of it being said to the rest of them and Faith wanted to hit both Sam and Ruby for it. Still, there was a nagging part of her, wanting to know one thing.
"Did we push him too much? Not enough? Was it our fault?"