Faith blinked, her instinct wanting to protest, but she couldn't seem to make the words come out. Not when everyone else was looking so incredibly serious.
Everyone who wasn't completely human. Sam. Claire. TK. The color slowly drained from her face. Were they all dead too?
Anya remained silent for a moment as she let Faith adapt to the news before she finally spoke with the answers she both dreaded giving and knew Buffy would need.
"September 2009," she stated. "You were executed, two weeks after the laws were rewritten. Not long after that the squads of soldiers started, hunting down every Slayer on the planet." She shifted her gaze from Buffy to Faith. "February, 2010." She didn't elaborate what she meant.