"Anyone who tried to tell you it was easy? Lying. Lying right down to the bone. Liar, liar. Pants on fire."

Well. That cleared it up well enough, didn't it? Jack had lied, too. But not enough to reveal the truth. But these new words had that sting of betrayal in them. The girl had meant it, then.

And Buffy wondered if Jack couldn't understand a scenario where his perfect little ledger filled with saved souls and karmic dividends didn't pay out.

"...We can't help everyone. We can try. But there's never any money-back guarantee on doing the right thing." Buffy set aside the flask and finally -- finally -- drew him carefully into her arms.