Lost in her own world, she hadn't heard the other girl come back in or even her greeting. Buffy didn't even know anyone had been there, wasn't aware of what day it was or how long she'd been asleep. All she knew were the memories spiraling around in her head. Her poor pounding head. The crying wasn't helping that any but she couldn't stop, waiting for that inevitable moment when the tears ran out and she was left feeling numb and empty. She longed for that feeling now.
She wondered if maybe it would've been different had she found out another way. If she hadn't been subjected to feeling as if she had lived it, experienced it all herself despite never leaving her room in Atlantis. Watching it or hearing about it had to be better - then again, not much could be worse than the way she felt right now. It felt like she had lived an eternity and yet a whirlwind at the same time. Her 17th birthday here in Atlantis had certainly been better than in Sunnydale, at least.
Her eyes shot open at the other voice in the room, quickly rolling over and sitting up. Short hair now a mess, face red and tear-stained, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. What was she doing here? A thought struck her then - did she know about any of this? Wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, she swallowed hard and nodded her head yes, scooting up a little more on the bed to give Faith room to sit if she wanted to.
"I - I remember things," Buffy said, her voice cracking. "Things that I wish I didn't."