Priestly was sitting on the curb, outside the motel room, waiting for Faith to get back from her nightly patrol.
"Waiting up for me again, Zeph?" Faith smiled as she approached.
"Gotta make sure my Mom comes home in one piece," Priestly replied, nodding.
Faith laughed, and sat down beside him. "How you doing there, Z?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I feel like... I'm stuck. I'm neither here nor there, you know? I just... I just wish sorry would fix everything that I've done."
"You know, as Slayers, or hunters, or hybrids, we can't undo our mistakes, and we rarely forgive ourselves for them," she told him, slipping an arm around his shoulders. "It's a hazard of the biz, you know? But, as humans, we can always try to do better. To be better. To right a wrong. Even when it feels irreversible."
Priestly nodded slowly. "I guess so..."
"Of course, I'm sorry doesn't always cut it. Maybe because we use it so many different ways. As a weapon. As an excuse," she went on. "But, when we are really sorry, when we use it right, when we mean it, when our actions say what words never can and when we get it right... I'm sorry is perfect. When we get it right, I'm sorry is redemption."
Priestly leaned into Faith's side. "Thank you, Mom. For believing in me."
"Always."