The story of Lily's video was an all too similar tale: a war of sorts, the murder of a loved one, something no doubt chosen to hit as close to home as possible. It really wouldn't take much to convince him to risk everything to find their captors and kill them before the night was over. (Not that he could actually do such a thing, but he believed he could if he tried hard enough.) Maybe he'd even find this Lily girl and let her in on the action... Or so the faux plan played out in his mind. The sadistic lot of abductors might have been a little too undeserving of mucking up the freshly-cleaned gun, though. Waste of ammunition, more fit for intense suffering and a slow, painful death. The kind they'd so lovingly showed him...
"It's real," Spike decided, though he wasn't quite sure how they could have video which involved Lily if she were here. He just knew from what he'd seen himself, knew that something so damn precise couldn't possibly have been forged. He'd seen the details, he'd tried to find an excuse to consider it a fake, but the truth was much less of a fairy tale ending. "She should know her own husband well enough to spot discrepancies."
His left eye twitched; when he felt it, he looked away from Jaime and toward nothing in particular. "There are none."