[ faith keeps trying to self-destruct, because it's easier to blame everything else for her failure to try than actually deal with how bad it feels to fail at all. ]

But my rewards are never gonna be worth anything.

[ it all feels so pointless, and faith sighs against the urge to just book it out of the class now. if it wouldn't spit in the face of everything professor angel's done for her already, she'd probably have just skipped entirely. ]

Someone's always gonna be better, or faster, or more perfect. Why bother?