"God, I am so fucking tired of this. You wanna know why I told you to get lost?" Faith yelled after Buffy, watching as the other slayer turned around and looked at her. "Because I'm tired of watching you walk away. Okay? I'm through with it. And if that means being through with you. But you just couldn't give it to me, could you?" She asked.
"You just had to come out here and twist the fucking knife. Thanks for that, by the way. You're a real pal. Can't imagine why I wouldn't wanna get together and talk about old times. Jesus, Buffy, do you even remember any of it? You just come waltzing into town actin' like we're best friends. I'm not stupid. I know you're alone here. I know that Willow and Spike and Angel and Giles and everyone else are back in whereverville. I'm the only thing you've got." She practically spat at her, not even stopping to think about how much she was saying.
She knew she'd be angry at herself later for saying so much. She'd spent too long keeping it all inside but when she would recall this conversation tomorrow morning, she would wish she could take every word back. To keep that wall up. To keep Buffy out.
"So go ahead. Do what you're best at and just walk away. I don't need you anymore."