"Keeps happening, Faith. The squad, the guys in Dardania, Kennedy. We gotta figure sommat out, Faith. 'Cause you and me...don't think we're hard enough to keep surviving." Spoon's voice is very low, but very matter of fact, "Worked too hard to not be lone wolves, if you'll pardon me species-centric metaphor. They're our girls."

He's not looking at her. He's looking at Slayers who are in various states and stages of grief. He's looking at the future through the glasses of the past.

He's totally leaning on Faith.