[Faith never wanted to be a leader, never wanted to be dragging teens, barely more than children, into a battle they weren't guaranteed to survive. And if they did live to force them into a life after where all the horrible shit out there wanted to kill you. It sucked. In that moment she hadn't envied Buffy one bit, because no doubt the responsibility had weighed even heavier on her. But the alternative had been worse. So much worse.

Dreadnaught, First Order, fleets, its nothing she really understands directly, but still- war. War she understands. Before she could be as reckless as she wanted, because it was only her own life she was risking. But after she was leading people, after she had other relying on her, it had all changed.]

[She sneaks a glance over at him, having to wipe some wet hair out of her face in the process.] It didn't have a shape of it's own, really. It was the embodiment of hate and darkness. It could look like anyone. Anything. People you cared about. People you hated. One's you lost...