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Faith Lehane (slayersocialwrk) wrote in wariscoming,

Faith gave a faint nod, her eyes on their hands. Her mind was slowly starting to piece itself together, and the only thing holding it was his strength. That, actually, and her love for him. She wanted so much to just go away from this place, but then he might be disappointed in her. Her anger at him for not killing her had started to fade, though she was still upset that the demon had used her to do those things. The worst of it was that her memories were so jumbled, the only thing she could remember clearly at the moment was what she did to Buffy. She could remember killing other people, but everything was so mixed up that she wasn't sure if that was her previous memories, or the demon's.

When he spoke again, her eyes focused on the cuts on her hand, then glanced down to her feet, which were still pretty bloody. Finally, she nodded, slowly moving away from him to lay on her side, her arms and feet stretched out towards him and her eyes closing. Her hand was still fisted tightly around the cross, however-so tightly that blood began to seep out from in between her fingers.