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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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"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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