God, she couldn't take him giving her that kind of look, not right then. Not when she still felt like her head was going to explode.
"How do you even know?" Her voice was so damn quiet she could barely hear herself before she got up and began pacing back and forth in front of the window, her arms tightly folded over her body.
"I mean, lets say for half a second that I believe you. Not saying I do, but for the purpose of the point or whatever right now."
She looked at him, much of the anger faded, for now at least, and she mostly just looked scared.
"How do you even know what you feel? You just said it, for most of our relationship you were high on that bitch's blood. I saw what that shit did to you, I saw what you were like in the warehouse. How do you even know that that stuff didn't make you think you were in love with me?"
She wanted to believe him so much it actually physically hurt, but she knew what crazy mind altering substances did to a person. Had more than a couple of scars from that herself, thanks to her Orpheus addiction. And no matter how much she wanted it, no matter how much Sam himself may believe it, Faith knew she'd never know for sure if his claims were genuine love or just the blood talking.