"I'm not saying I didn't have a few good rolls in prison, but both parties being criminals kinda put a dampener on any trusting relationship forming," Faith half smiled as she toyed with her drink.
She drank down several gulps, more to try to figure out what to say than anything else.
"I was dumb," she said after a long pause. "Getting involved with Sam. Slayers and relationships don't mix, I shoulda remembered that. And hell, he was having some blood thing affair with a demon and I knew, I knew there was something going on, and I just let myself believe him when he told me there wasn't. I was just so freaking dumb. I should know better by now."
She stabbed at an ice cube with her straw, watching the shards break off in her drink, gradually melting.
"And the twisted thing is, I'm still freaking in love with him. Even after he's done this, even after I know he was probably just using me as some kinda cover anyway. I just want him to tell me it's all gonna be okay."