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Gwendolyn walks in Faith's small apartment. Gwendolyn: Faith, do you know who the Spartans were? [leans against the dresser] Faith: Wild stab, a bunch of guys from Spart? [sits on the bed] Gwendolyn: They were the fiercest warriors known to Ancient Greece, and they lived in quarters very much like these. Do you know why? Because a true fighter needs nothing else. I'm gonna be very hard on you Faith. I will not brook insolence or laziness, and I will not allow blunders like last night's attack. You will probably hate me a great deal of the time. Faith: [smiles sardonically] You think? Gwendolyn: [steps over to the bed] But I will make you a better Slayer. [sits next to faith] and that will keep you alive. You have to trust that I am right.