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Never been his strong point, lying.

Despite that, he'd lied to Dru all the time.

"Let's go this way, pet. There'll be fairies and stars, and whatnot."

He's pretty sure she never believed him (hard to tell with Dru), but nine times out of ten she'd play along, and nine times out of ten there'd be enough fun and frolics (of the bloodier kind) to satisfy.

But there's no escaping the truth now. He sees it in the Slayer's eyes as she gazes back at him through darkness.

And if they don't have honesty between them, what do they have?

(Well, hatred, death, and pain mostly, but let that go).

So, when she says, "Some of us will die tomorrow, Spike. Maybe all of us," he fingers the amulet, sitting on his chest like a stone, and says, "Yeah, Slayer, I know."

She sighs, rolls onto her back, stares at the ceiling, not seeing it.

"Damn," she mutters, and he knows she's thinking about Dawn.

Well, Dawn could die tomorrow too. No point him denying it.

But not all truths are so uncomfortable.

He touches her arm - the most he'll presume these days.

"Doesn't matter if we die, love. We're gonna win. We're gonna send that First bastard back to hell with its tail between its legs."

Her gaze snaps back to him. "You can't know that."

"Yeah," he insists. "I can."

She frowns. "Okay, how exactly?"

He smiles. So bloody obvious. "We have you, don't we?"

No lie.