Faith stared up at the ceiling, the silence of the room broken only by Sam's gentle breathing next to her, and she glanced at him, his face buried in the crook of her neck and shoulder, arms tightly encircled around her waist, almost as if he were afraid she would disappear during the night.
She absently ran her fingers up and down his forearms, softly ghosting across his skin, careful not to wake him.
Lia. Brand.
Both of them had been made from her. Almost completely. And now both of them were gone. And for what?
Revenge - on the wrong person - in Lia's case. It made Faith's stomach turn thinking about it. Chloe had wanted Tru dead, but had gotten Lia instead. One daughter over the other. Either way, she lost a child.
And Brand... taint Heaven by opening the gates and allowing it to come in contact with the corrupt world that held such hope for it. Taking away hope from people. That seemed to be the ultimate goal.
Pointless.
Though she was exhausted, Faith couldn't fall asleep, her mind racing over the events of the last week, and she felt cold all over. Empty. And no matter what she did, how many people she was surrounded by, she felt so disconnected from it all.
When Gwen had restarted her heart, while most of her had been relieved to be back, another part had hoped her plan wouldn't work and she would be free again. Free to rest. No responsibility. No need to save the world, no need to fight. Just... away.
And while these thoughts clouded through her head, Faith cried, silently wishing things had been different tonight.