Sure. Whatever you say, Sam. You never, ever behave like children.
[Sam] What if you hadn't gotten caught? You might have gone right on doing it until it was too late for anyone to help you because admit it, Sam, you were addicted and you'd convinced yourself it was the only way. I'm not saying this because I want to hurt you. I believe in you, you know I do. I'm saying it because maybe, in the point of view of some people, they see that as your "Angelus".
Just set aside the whole Angel turns in an instant against his will/you chose that slow path thing, and look at what you were saying. You're saying Angelus is a part of him, but to the people who know him, it's ONLY what he is without a soul. With this comparison point of view, if you'd kept drinking that blood, you'd have lost everything that makes you Sam, except your memories, and probably really just destroyed your soul in the end, and with no soul, you'd have no reason not to do unspeakable things to the people you knew. If anyone here lost their soul, they'd do horrible things, I think that is pretty much fact in this place?
So while you're saying you're nothing like him, people maybe aren't saying you = Angel as much as they might be saying that your circumstances have similarities as his.
At least, that's what I'm guessing. I 'm probably far from the best source of Faith-thought info lately.
And along the whole "I have no idea, but I can take a guess" thing, I'd say the room issue probably has most everything to do with Heather, though I know Ruby's been in the room too because you guys sometimes shut yourselves in there, so I wouldn't rule that part out. The thing is, Heather lived with you, she slept in that same bed with you, she hung her clothes in the closet. It was more than just her room too, like you said, it was your room together. The other parts of the house you both used a lot are family space, everyone uses them, but that was your private space.
I'm pointing it all out because that's pretty much how I feel about Dean's room. Usually, I find a way to have us sleep for the night in my house, because that feels more like "our room" than Dean's room is ever going to be able to feel for me, especially his bed. It's not logical or rational or whatever else, it's emotional, and for me, it felt for a long time like taking someone's seconds. Maybe that's how it makes Faith feel when she's not distracted enough to not be thinking about the room?