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[faithful_slayer]

The battle was a massacre - short, bloody, and utterly one-sided. At the end of it, the ground was soaked with demonic blood, the Senior Partners were locked up in a pocket dimension that would hold them for years, and none of the army of Slayers on the field had so much as a bruise

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[faithful_slayer]

Faith does not know how to deal with this.

Somebody, deep in her subconscious, does, however.

Which is probably why Faith's eyes are hazel when she says "Oh god, not this again."

[faithful_slayer]

"Hi."

The hazel eyes darken, to something closer to Faith's.

"Are you you, or are you me?"

[faithful_slayer]

"They will."

Faith's calm enough, and she smiles at him.

"It might take a while. But they will. I'm stronger than they are, and I have a lot to live for."

[faithful_slayer]

Her eyebrows fly up.

"How do you figure that?"

[faithful_slayer]

"Sometimes, yeah."

Faith considers this.

"I'll be home soon. Promise."

[faithful_slayer]

"Me being mad isn't news, Ron."

She grins at him. "Or haven't you been paying attention?"

[faithful_slayer]

Faith grins back, and suddenly they're in her apartment, both dressed for training.

"We should be having a lesson, shouldn't we?"

[faithful_slayer]

"Why not? You need to learn this."

She holds out a hand, and the wall shimmers, then fades, revealing another room, another Faith.

A Faith having convulsions, her head slamming into the floor with enough force to crack a human's skull.