[She sighs, and nods. She wants to argue that they could be doing more, that they should be doing more. But Faith also knows with experience what it's like for everyone around you to see you teetering on the edge of the abyss and crowding in around you telling you how to fix yourself.]

...I know. That's sort of the trouble I've been having, getting her to acknowledge it. I mean, Trench loves to force the issue, but... I don't know. She's scared.

You'd think having been in her position would help, but not really. [Probably because Tara isn't cruel like Faith is.

She downs her drink and slumps against her chair, exhausted. She'd trusted Willow to point her in a direction, give an order and she'd follow it. Willow was Buffy's best friend, and in their last confrontation in Sunnydale, she made it clear that she saw all of Faith's flaws and found her lacking. Willow was the only one she trusted to know what to do.

That blind faith is gone and the pedestal has been well and truly shattered. She thinks she likes Willow more now without it.]

...Do you want to talk about the thing that you spilled down there? No judgement, you know I'd have done the same and then some.