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Faith and Anita walk through the front doors together, both looking...really quite pleased with themselves. Faith's dressed in her catsuit, carrying her motorcycle under her arm, twirling a stake in her fingers, and she tosses off a salute as she and Anita part company, heading for her suite.

A few minutes later, she re-emerges, sans motorcycle but still dressed in the clingy leather, and heads for the bar.

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"...sure," Faith says, blinking at her. "I s'pose. I mean, I'm taking a bartending shift for a friend on Friday, but other than that, I'm good."

"Awesome. So tomorrow? Or later today? Or something? I can't wait to go and schmooze with all the important people. I mean, Wolfram & Hart is huge and important."

"...sure."

Faith chews on her lower lip, her expression darkening.

"Isabel? How much do you know about Wolfram and Hart?"

"I know it's really high profile. I know they gave Warren and I a great place to live and pay him really well...and I know he likes his job a lot. Why? What do you know?"

Faith sighs, quietly.

"I know enough. I told Warren this, back when he first...Isabel, they're evil. They defend demons, monsters, people who do horrible things...they hired me, when I was bad, to murder somebody. And the things they ask of their employees...they're evil. And I need you to be careful, Isabel, both of you." She reaches out and covers Isabel's hands with hers, her expression sincere. "You're my friends. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Wait...wait wait wait. Warren? He's working for...but no. He's not evil anymore. He gave all of that up."

Her conversation with Magius early begins to haunt her.

"I know that, Isabel. I know Warren's not evil. But W&H are. And they're not above killing their employees. I need you to know that, Isabel, I need you to understand. They're dangerous. I'm worried about you both."

"Then how does he get out. Faith tell me how he gets out. Because I can't...he can't..."

"He doesn't. Not if you want...they'll hunt him down. They have psychics on their payroll. If he leaves the firm, he'll have to leave that world...they bring their employees back from the dead and make them keep working, Isabel, they'll...he won't be safe."

She shakes her head. "No...nonono...how can we...we can't bring a baby into that! Oh God..." She thought she was done being hunted. Thought...thought she was safe.

"So how much do they know about him?"

"...they probably don't know you're an alien."

Beat.

"Probably."

They have me researching this new life form.

"Shit..."

"I should have told you sooner," Faith says, quietly. "I'm sorry."

"No...it was already too late...God...they know. They know about me..."

"They might not," Faith says, quietly. "I mean, if Warren hasn't met any psychics there yet..."

"They know. They know and they're so fucking twisted they're having him figure out what it is they've found!"

Faith's expression darkens.

"...get him here. Bring him here and don't let him leave again."

Isabel's face fell into her hands. "I want to be normal! Why can't I have that? Why can't I be normal?! I don't want to live here! I want to live in my perfect apartment and have my normal life and get my modeling career and I don't want to always be scared..."

"Isabel!"

Faith's voice is, perhaps, a little sharper than it ought to be. Isabel reminds her of Buffy sometimes.

"Isabel, focus. I know you don't want to live here. I'm sorry. But if you want to live, and you want Warren to live, you need to get him back here like now."

"He won't listen to me! I know he won't...I...I fucking hate this! It's not fair! Max and Michael get to be safe now, but not me! Never me!"

"Make him listen! Hogtie him and drag him if you have to!"

Faith runs her hands through her hair, agitated. "I know it's hard, Isabel. I know. My life's been in danger every day since I was 16, I get it, I do. But life's not fair for anybody, Isabel, and that's just how it is."

"I can't do this...I can't I can't I can't...I can't...God I fucking give up already. I thought I could have redemption...I thought...but I can't. Not after what I did."

"What? What are you talking about?"

Faith is confused.

"Isabel? What did you do?"

"Killing Kivar! It was supposed to make it all better! It was supposed to set me free but it didn't! It didn't and I'm still being punished. Max and Michael are safe. Because they didn't do anything wrong...not like I did."

You did what you had to do.

"You just shut up! I don't want to talk to you right now!"

Faith blinks, taken aback, and then gets up.

"Alright. I'll leave you alone," she says, calmly. "If you do want to talk to me, you know where I am."

Recent killing-things time has her in a mellow mood.