She let out a soft breath when he said prison wasn't the answer. She'd killed three people. Most people would say that's exactly where Faith belonged.
When he started to tell her why he was still there with her, her eyes slowly met his again. "I have?" Faith frowned, thinking back as he talked about what he could see in her. Maybe..maybe he was right. She couldn't see it yet, but maybe he was.
She shot the gate one last look as they said something about final boarding for the bus, then looked at him once again. "I....I'll stay. For now, anyway." Faith had no idea how she'd get through the next few weeks, days-hell, even hours. But she'd try, for him.