Safe Safe. They always used the word like it was such a little thing. "This will be safe here." "It's safe to say that.." None of their lives had ever depended on the real meaning of that word. None of them had ever been told it was "safe" to stay with someone and to shut up and be good. Not that she'd ever bring it up. Like they didn't feel sorry enough for her already, that's all she needed. "Poor Faith, she was abused, that explains how fucked up she is." Whatever. They were learning now, though. Learning how little "safe" means when applied to house full of Slayers and evil-fighters slowly being hunted by a Big Bad Evil that doesn't even touch you. Safe. At least she'd been prepared for it.