Faith hated to cry.
It was too big of a risk, to show that she possessed some vulnerability that someone could possibly exploit.
Not to mention, it did a huge number on her eyeliner.
So while she was hacking away with her knife, she willed herself not to cry.
But even when she squinted her eyes to tiny slits, she could still feel the moisture pooling at the sides. And eventually, the small pools ran over.
She sniffled and stopped cutting, her eyesight reduced to zero because of her crying.
1-0 for the Onions.