Faith shook her head slightly as she looked up at him. "I'm the Rogue Slayer. I should have seen it."
Hadn't she once had the same conversation with Buffy, all those years ago? That they were better, that they had the right. God, she'd been dumb when she was a kid.
"I know to you, being a Slayer doesn't mean much, but here it's kind of a big deal," she half shrugged. "In this world we're supposed to be the ultimate weapons, the Chosen warriors blah blah blah. And I used to think that made me better than everyone else, that I could do whatever I wanted, because, hey, I earned it. I was the Slayer." She kept looking up at him.
"And, hey, we all know where that line of thought got me. A coma and a prison sentence."
She stood up again, moving closer to him, just slightly. "None of us are better, Sam, not like that. Not in a way that gives us the right to pass judgment over others like we're some sorta gods. End of the day, doesn't matter how many funky powers we got, we're still just people at the heart of it."
Her face hardened slightly, just a little. "And I should have seen it. Been played by the best before, I shoulda seen I was being played again."