"Yeah, well, I remember what addiction does to a person," Faith muttered. "Got more than a couple of needle marks to prove that. Still doesn't change the fact your dealer is a hot chick with a wicked sized crush on you and a massive hate on me and I got to listen to you shouting for her. The blood. Whichever." She let out a long, long sigh, wondering briefly how she would have reacted if someone had taken away her Orpheus dealer before she'd been ready. If she was brutally honest with herself, she doubted it would have been much different.
"I hope you're right," she looked up at him, some slow tears still making their way down her face. "I really hope you do mean it because I can't do this again. I'm giving you another chance so please don't make me regret it." Sam had broken her heart, something she'd always thought was some figure of speech, but now actually felt like a pain in her chest, and the idea of ever going through something like that again was terrifying. But so was the idea of walking away from him altogether.
"I'm still not sure why she's not dead yet," she scowled slightly. "Or why we haven't gone with an idea we had a few weeks back when she was making with all the threats to us all of ripping her out of that body and putting her in a box. A really little one. Forever." God, she loved that plan. It was a good plan. Then she looked up,with a frown. "What do you mean what she was planning on doing?"