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Faith sat emotionless while Willow told her, eyes accusing, that Buffy had died.
Faith remembered Dawn, how she had briefly looked up to her, admired the rebellion. She had been so cool. She also remembered when Dawn wasn’t there. False memories that gave her something she didn’t deserve.
“I thought you should know,” Willow said, getting up to leave.
Faith nodded. Her blood had been needed before, but Buffy gave instead. Faith was more than certain her blood would have worked this time as well. They were sisters after all.
Willow had made her point. It should have been her.