[Her reaction to Tara's words are a bit of a process, first she's not sure how to react to the news that Buffy and Spike had a thing. It makes sense, he's certainly her type, more her type than that guy... nope, not thinking about that.
She's not going to think about this at all, actually. Especially once the topic changes, and it feels like her ears are buzzing because... those are two pieces of devestating news that hit in two distinctly different ways.
She was so fucking jealous of Buffy for having a mom that gave even the slightest shit about her. Buffy got friends, a watcher, a mom that complained about her roaming the streets at night rather than throwing her out on her ass in the thick of it whenever she wanted alone time with whatever junkie she'd lured into her bed. And now... huh. She'd done her absolute damndest to burn any bridges in any direction with the Summers family, but Joyce was one of the few people who ever bothered with her before Faith started killing people. It feels awful. She hates Angel for not even bothering to tell her. But not as much as she hates him from not telling her that Buffy...
That's why she felt like she'd lost a limb, isn't it? Of course it is. Or a weight, like seperating two magnets from eachother. That's why...
Where was I? In a cell, feeling sorry for myself? God, I really never will be anywhere near as good as you.
But she'll come back. Never any rest for the best or worst of them. Of course she'll come back, kicking and screaming. And deep down, Faith knows that just like her, she'll wish she never woke back up.] Right.
Guess I should've already... right. [She seems to rouse herself out of her own thoughts long enough to spot Willow's concern, and she tries to push this feeling of rage deep down to go unleash on anything anywhere else. She just raises a half-hearted eyebrow at Tara.]
cw for suicidal ideation, mentions of parental neglect
She's not going to think about this at all, actually. Especially once the topic changes, and it feels like her ears are buzzing because... those are two pieces of devestating news that hit in two distinctly different ways.
She was so fucking jealous of Buffy for having a mom that gave even the slightest shit about her. Buffy got friends, a watcher, a mom that complained about her roaming the streets at night rather than throwing her out on her ass in the thick of it whenever she wanted alone time with whatever junkie she'd lured into her bed. And now... huh. She'd done her absolute damndest to burn any bridges in any direction with the Summers family, but Joyce was one of the few people who ever bothered with her before Faith started killing people. It feels awful. She hates Angel for not even bothering to tell her. But not as much as she hates him from not telling her that Buffy...
That's why she felt like she'd lost a limb, isn't it? Of course it is. Or a weight, like seperating two magnets from eachother. That's why...
Where was I? In a cell, feeling sorry for myself? God, I really never will be anywhere near as good as you.
But she'll come back. Never any rest for the best or worst of them. Of course she'll come back, kicking and screaming. And deep down, Faith knows that just like her, she'll wish she never woke back up.] Right.
Guess I should've already... right. [She seems to rouse herself out of her own thoughts long enough to spot Willow's concern, and she tries to push this feeling of rage deep down to go unleash on anything anywhere else. She just raises a half-hearted eyebrow at Tara.]
Uh, yeah, you repeated yourself a bit there.