Zada
Zada pulled a chair into the room and sat next to the bed, glancing at Zac as the sedative wore off. She had injected him with a weaker one, one that would just keep him numb, but fairly conscious. She grinned evilly.
"You insist on still loving Faith, don't you? Well... I have some news that might change that."
Zac
"No..." Zac replied woozily. "Nuffin you can say will ever change my mind."
Zada
Zada cackled. "Faith never told you what she did before she met you, did she?"
Zac
Zac blinked.
"I don't need to know. I love her, and that's all that matters."
Zada
Zada let out a laugh.
"Right. Will you still love her after this? See thing is, Faith... she killed people. Maybe we should start at the beginning. Let's jump into it, shall we? Mother was a deadbeat negligent alcoholic. Father split as soon as she was born, really. Couldn't stand her. So Faith was a poor battered child. The poor ghetto child that everyone picked on. So she started fighting back and at... 16, she was called as a Slayer. She slept around, played the good Slayer for a while. Then her watcher was killed in front of her. So she ran to Sunnydale. Met Buffy and them. Accidently killed a man, then showed no remorse for it. She dumped the body, turned on Buffy and worked with the guy who was trying to end the world. Killed a few more people too. Buffy stabbed her. Coma for eight months. Got up, tried to kill Buffy and her friends, split to LA, tried to kill Angel, turned herself into jail. Broke out. Came here. Basically. Still love her?"
Zac
Zac was feeling awlfully sleepy.
"I don't care about any of that," he said. "I still love her."
Zada
"You don't care? How can you not care? She's a murderer and she'll kill again. Criminally insane. She'll kill you."
Zada looked angry.
Zac
"Won't... kill... me..." Zac said. "She loves... me... and I... love her."
Darn those sedatives! It made everything so, so hard. If only he could get out of this hell hole.
Zada
"She will... and you'll be in trouble if I'm not there to help."
Zada injected him with more sedatives and angrily stormed out of the room.