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Faith's in the bar again, or maybe she never left, it's hard to say. She's finished with all her notebooks, and is now busy consuming an extraordinarily unhealthy breakfast that consists of sausage, Pop Tarts, and Red Bull. Fear. Come chat with her, if you like, but mostly, fear.

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"You freaked him out too? I told him Anya was here, haven't seen him since."

Faith sighs. "Eh. Been worse...not by much."

Oh. *Meg winces.* Sounds wonderful.

Yeah, I freaked him out by telling him the devil was in the bar. He wasn't too thrilled. Poor guy.

"...yeah, that would do it. Poor Xander." Faith sighs. "What a crappy week."

*Meg decides not to mention the rest of what freaked him out, although her hand goes to her (perfectly healed) wrist.*

What else has happened?

Faith is silent for a moment, and then, quietly, "Do you know Charlie Pace?"

*Meg nods.* Haven't had a chance to talk to him recently, unfortunately, but yes, he's a friend. Why?

*Her eyes widen.* He's not dead again, is he?

"No, he's not dead," Faith assures her hurriedly. "The guy who killed him showed up in the bar, tried to steal his friend Claire's kid, and got away, so a few of us went to the island to track him down and put him in a cell...he got a hold of this rock, and he was going to try to kill Charlie again, and...Charlie shot him. Killed him."

- oh.

Oh, poor Charlie.

"Yeah. He's not taking it well."

I can imagine.

*Meg bites her lip.* He's not - the sort of person who'd take it easily.

"No." Faith sighs again. "And Liam, his brother, is feeling guilty that he couldn't have protected Charlie from having to do that...and the baby, apparently, is empathic and can feel what they're feeling, so that's fun for them."

So breakage all 'round! *Meg says brightly.*

"Oh yes!" Faith says, with equal but sarcastic brightness. "Fun for the whole fucking family."

Well.

*Meg rubs her head, suddenly very tired.*

The first one's the hardest.

"Yeah." Faith shudders. "God, I hope it's the only one he ever...Charlie needs to not...he shouldn't have to do that. Ever."

*Meg nods quietly.*

But.

What people should have to do and what they do have to do are sometimes really different.

"Yeah. Figured that one out a while back," Faith says, also very quietly. "On account, you know...Slayer. Chosen. Destiny. Blah."

I am so happy I don't have a destiny, *Meg starts to say, and then remembers that in theory her father does have some sort of destiny for her, and makes a face.*

"Yeah, you should be," Faith says. "It's...not the most reassuring thing in the world."

Yeah. *Meg sighs.* I know.

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