"I came to help, Buffy! I'm the Chosen One now."

Buffy glared. "You?" she asked, eyes etched with pain. "You think you can lead, Faith? I have buried more potentials than you'll ever know. I'm trying, and it's never--enough--"

"Don't be such a fucking martyr, Buffy."

"Did that. It didn't stick." Buffy's smile was empty. "I just want to sleep."

"Let me help."

Buffy pulled back. "Not like that."

"It's not--"

"They'll still be here in the morning. I can't forget that." Buffy touched Faith's cheek. "Not even for you."

She didn't wait to see if she'd been heard.

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November 26, 2004