Faith shakes her awake. "Having a nice dream?"

Buffy glares up at the younger girl for a second, not bothering to attempt to run away when she knows she's been chained to the wall. "I love you," she says though she knows it's pointless.

Faith shrugs. "I loved you, too. Everybody loved you, that was the problem."

"If you had given me time, I would have helped you."

The line across Faith's left cheek bleeds. Or perhaps she's crying. "We made our beds, Buff." The school is coming down in flames around them. "Now we need to lie in them."