"And you're sure?" Faith said, furrowing her eyebrows. "I'm heading out your way tomorrow, and the Cullens are uprooting to meet up with us in Rome."
"I'm very sure," Angel confirmed. "One of them will betray me."
"Bleak outlook."
"Isn't everything these days?"
"Point taken. So," Faith paused for a moment. "You really think we have a fighting chance?"
Angel was quite for a long second. "I have to believe we do."