I did help someone try to start an apocalypse at the start of my downward spiral, so... there's that.

[It's not that she wants to downplay her good deeds per se, but she wants him to know. Wants him to see the ugly bits of her too. Faith reaches out to take his hand not occupied by a sandwich, squeezing it. What she really wants to do is lean over and kiss him, but she's able to restrain herself.]

I distracted you from the point you were trying to make though. About me helping you?