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Faith Lehane (slayersocialwrk) wrote in wariscoming,

Faith was still just laying there, curled on the bed. Her eyes had shifted to him when he spoke, which was more of a reaction when then she'd shown in hours. "You didn't do it, Faith. You couldn't have. No way he could have gotten the knife back." She stared at him for a moment, before she shook her head. "Y...you're wrong." Her voice was hoarse from not speaking in hours, and she coughed a little, then continued. "It's my fault. She'd be alive if...if I hadn't..." She thought? She wasn't sure. The blackout that she'd mentioned before had hit, so she didn't know.

"I couldn't save her..." So that was as good as being her fault. She looked away again, tucking her bandaged hands against her chest. "I'm supposed to save her..." She had failed. It wasn't the first time-the child vamp, Diana, all the rest. Slayers were supposed to save people. Not kill them. They were only supposed to kill the evil things.

Now, she was one of those.