It was true that Sam wasn't Robin. Or Kyle for that matter. And since neither of those relationships had exactly lasted well, much of the time Faith was grateful for that. But that didn't always end her fear that maybe Slayers just weren't meant to have steady relationships. She loved Sam, too much to ever even consider walking away, and the idea of not having him in her life was too terrifying to even contemplate. More than anything she just wanted them to be okay again, to feel strong in their relationship again. Sometimes it felt like there would always be set backs, more things thrown at them decide to keep testing them, but then how did the cliche go again? If something was worth having it was worth fighting for. That was probably true for relationships too. "You know the end of the world usually happens on a Tuesday," she pointed out with a crooked smile that was genuinely meant even with how emotionally raw she was feeling. "Don't know if that changes your mind or anything, just so you know."
It worried her sometimes, how far to each extreme Sam seemed to go. Either he was training obsessively or turning his back on his powers completely. "No, I never saw you at your worst," she answered carefully, looking more at her glass than at him. "Like you've never seen how I used to be either. I used to kill people, Sam." She lowered her voice just in case someone was eavesdropping. "I killed any target the boss wanted without questioning him. I tortured Wes, for hours, for no real reason other than I could. I figured I was pretty much a god with my powers so no one could stop me. But I still slayed again as we all know. What I'm getting at is, trying to force away what you are could be dangerous. Maybe you should take some time, work with some people, just to see what you really are now. What you can still do or not. Maybe someone like TK or Jacen, or spar with me and Ken some time. Test your limits with people who don't want to exploit you for anything, you know?" She shifted her gaze from the glass to him, her expression serious. She really didn't want to see a potential explosion from him bottling up any lingering abilities.
Still, the tension was broken slightly when she giggled, remembering Peter and Sarah's wedding of last year. "Yeah, well I remember you practically interrogating Kyle and I think you nearly broke his hand when you shook it." She shook her head with a fond smile. "Kyle was a sweet guy and he tried but I don't think he ever really got me. We didn't seem to have that connection, that real spark. Not like we have," she leaned her elbow on the table, resting her head on her hand as she looked over to Sam, biting her lower lip slightly. "Like we always had. Sparked pretty much from day one, even if I didn't get what it really meant for ages. Guess I really am a slow learner."
Hellhounds she'd heard of, even if the ones from this world weren't invisible. "Well then I'd have to call in some favors with the witchy types, get them to work their mojo on the bad doggies," she pointed out with a smirk. "If you actually sold your soul, I would be hardened against the crying. You so wouldn't be able to make me feel bad for kicking your ass."