Faith
Faith clutched at her stomach again. She pulled her shirt up slightly to see her scar was reappearing. Something very odd was happening, she hadn't stopped feeling sick since The First's visit yesterday. Those pictures still lingered in her mind, and she was feeling revolted with herself, and she hadn't had a full nights sleep in awhile.
Faith pulled down her blanket and carefully got into bed, then turned her light off and went to sleep.
Buffy stepped out from the door and walked up behind Faith.
"Usted no va a funcionar, Faith." (You're not going to run again, Faith.)
Faith smiled to herself. "¿Qué usted va a hacer? ¿Lánceme de una azotea? ¿Otra vez?" (What are you going to do? Throw me off a roof? Again?)
"¿Usted sabe porqué estoy aquí?" (You know why I am here?) Buffy took a step closer to Faith.
"Sí." (Yes) Faith stood still.
"Le demostraré." (I will show you.) Buffy kissed Faith's forehead, and the scenery around them changed. "¿Usted sabe donde usted está?" (Do you know where you are?)
Faith shook her head, then held her hand up and moved it through the air. "Se siente... diferente aquí. Mal." (It feels... different here. Evil.)
"Otra boca del infierno." (Another mouth of hell.) Buffy indicated to the dying plants around them. "Usted debe ir allí." (You must go there.)
Faith nodded, still distracted by what was happening around her. She turned back to Buffy after awhile. "¿Y sobre qué Zac? ¿Qué le sucede?" (What about Zac? What happens to him?)
Buffy frowned and waved her hand. "Usted sabe qué sucede. Usted lo ve adentro. Él se caerá en su mano." (You know what happens. You see it inside. He will fall at your hand.)
"No, lucharé esto." (No, I will fight this.) Faith stubbornly frowned.
"¿Usted sabe qué sucede cuando usted consigue aquí?" (You know what happens when you get here?) Buffy went on.
"Sí. Pero lo lucharé." (Yes. But I will fight it.)
"Pero usted fallará. ¿Es usted listo ir detrás?" (But you will fail. Are you ready to go back?)
"¿Sabré?" (Will I know?)
"Usted." (You will.) Buffy once more waved her hand and brought them back to the rooftop. She kissed Faith's head again. "Usted ahora está en sus el propio." (You're on your own now.)
"Sé." (I know.)
"Despierte ahora." (Wake up now.)
Faith opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, wondering why she was able to speak and understand Spanish. Not that that was the main issue.
She knew where the Hellmouth was. And she knew what she had to do.