Faith met Jaz's gaze for a moment as she moved to lean against the tree who's trunk she'd nearly half-trashed. She lifted her hand absently to stall as she checked her knuckles, and was almost disappointed to see that the bleeding had already stopped. Looking over at her again, she gave a shrug. Did it really matter if she told her?
"I dunno. Guess I was just..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "He reminded me of someone, some. A couple of someones. And I was starting to like him. He's the closest thing to a friend I actually have here." B was a fellow Slayer, sure, but not a friend. Far from it. And as for Stephen-the two didn't talk. He was just someone she used from time to time. "Or he was. I don't even know know he is-'cept that he's a fuckin' liar." Her South Bostonian accent got heavier as she spoke, unknowingly putting more and more emotion in her words.