[She nods. It's fair. It'd be fair if Willow was angry, it'd be fair if she never wanted to tell her. She does feel... a little glimmer of jealous pride that Willow would have entrusted the secret to Faith without as much issue. It's petty, and stupid, and selfish, but she feels it anyway.

She lets out a sigh.]

She meant to tell you too, eventually. She said as much anyway. [She frowns. She understands. She understands all the guilt that runs through Tara's veins, and Willow's. Tara feels like she's a strain on her relationships just for existing, like she was happier when she was dead, and Faith... understands. Willow is a murderer, who burnt as many bridges as she could find, and wanted to share her pain with as many people as possible, dragging them down with her.

Faith understands.] I told her to tell you, for the record. Or Ozpin. I can't help her. Can't... save her, or whatever it is she needs. I think that's part of why she comes to me, 'cuz she knows I won't be able to do anything for her, and she didn't want to burden anyone else with it.

[She grimaces slightly.] It's a bitch of a situation.

I don't hold it against you, that you didn't tell me. [Maybe she should. But she won't. She'd be an idiot. It's not like she'd confided in her friends at any point in Sunnydale.] ...I don't think either of us are doomed.