[Faith's smile is strained, trying very hard not to reveal anything in her expression as they talk. It's very difficult, to say the least.] Yeah, dying. Definitely wouldn't be fun.

[Hansel and Gretel? Shit. That feels like ages ago. Decades rather than a handful of years. So much had happened in that interim. And so much is so close to happening between them. She steps back to let Buffy in. The apartment really isn't all that much different than the shithole she'd had in Sunnydale when they first met. The smell is almost the same.] Not really sure what all I should say, B. Lots of things have happened in the in-between, you know? [Faith is not at all prepared to have any conversation about Joyce either. So she thinks saying nothing at all is probably better.]

Things don't exactly get easier, I'll tell you that much.