Sorry...was this you trying to say you get me? Or that you're gonna save me? Because, last time I checked, I thought you were sick of that game.

[it's not fair. Some part of her knows it's not fair. Buffy really couldn't be blamed for being unhappy with her arrival, and she'd been more receptive than Faith had expected. But it didn't stop the frustration--that idea that her efforts should have some kind of recognition.

Nevermind the voice that said this conversation was that recognition. Right now, it wasn't enough. Right now, the alcohol and the trees' rumors and the months of buildup made it too difficult to hold her tongue]