"I thought I'd find you here," Angel's voice came from behind her.
Faith didn't turn around, she just stayed at the end of the pier, leaning over and watching the waves ripple in the moonlight.
"Everyone's worried," he went on. "You just disappeared."
Angel took another step towards her.
"Faith?" he tried again. "Come on, let's go back. Sam's worried."
Faith sighed. "I need to get away. Can you... can you organise a jet or something?"
"Faith," Angel said. "You can't run from this. I know it's hard, but you - "
"What do you know about this?"
Suddenly, she was in his face, her eyes fierce and lips curled up in a snarl.
"You gave Connor up. He's still alive. It was a choice," she snapped at him. "Tru is gone. Lia is gone. So no, you don't get it. You don't get to weigh in here."
Angel fell silent. "I can organise something for you."