Jaz looked at the ground. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I know this isn't easy for you, either, and I don't want you to think I'm invalidating your opinion..." she explained, giving Faith a sad smile. She wasn't. She understood why Faith was upset. She hoped Faith understood that. "You're right. Maybe he could have told the truth. But..." she shrugged and turned her eyes back to Faith. "At the same time, he's spent two-thousand years with the mere sound of his name making people want to kill him. I mean...maybe he wanted to gauge your reaction to certain things before he dropped the bomb. Did he ask any interesting questions? Or say anything that may have hinted toward who he was?"
"I'm not saying you're wrong to be mad, Faith. I have absolutely no right to do that. You're as mad as I'd be if I hadn't been able to tell straight up who he was," she explained. "But keep in mind that there's a lot that goes into it, you know? A lot of people would have tried to kill him. Like, a lot. And probably died trying. He didn't want that."