GILES: What you must realize, Buffy, is that you and Faith have very different temperaments.
BUFFY: Yeah, and mine's the sane one. The girl's not playing with a full deck, Giles. She has almost no deck. She has a three.
GILES: You said yourself that she-she killed one. Sh-she-she's just a plucky fighter who got a little carried away. Which is natural. She's focused on the slaying. She doesn't have a whole other life here, as you do.
BUFFY: She doesn't need a life. She has mine.
GILES: I think you're being a little...
BUFFY: No, I'm being a lot. I know that. But she nearly got us both killed. The girl needs help.
GILES: All right. I'll see if I can reach her Watcher at the retreat. They're eight hours ahead now. I guess they're probably sitting down to a nightcap. I wonder if they still kayak. I used to love a good kayak. You see, t-they don't even consider... Sorry. I digress.
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Faith, Hope & Trick ~~
[Short Fiction]