[It's not fair. Faith loves her friends, loves that they support her, that they put up with her relentless cheer and terrible ideas and irreverent approach to life -- but they'll never understand it, and in some ways they make it worse. Not on purpose, of course, and Faith loves and forgives them and goes on, but sometimes--

Sometimes it's harder than she'd like.

Faith smiles, though, looks at what Kate is showing her, laughs a little. Trinkets, how nice. Little pieces of home in this strange place with no sky.]

I can do that. I can patrol a little too, make sure I get to anyone who's hurt. And, of course, I can be here now and then.