Sam jumped a little bit when she spoke, the sound of gun shots still ringing in his ears. When he looked at her, it was with a different expression for a few moments. he had gone too deep in his own mind, replaying the day he was forced to flee, seeing the others shot one by one. they had all been outlaws and murderers, but they had taken care of him, became his family. The look on his face was one of intense loss and fear, regret for everything all at once. to the point that even Sam, the butcher, killer and thief nearly teared up. For a moment he had hallucinated Cerise with a gun shot in her chest.

H recovered quicky from it and smiled, moving over to sit next to the bed beside her, leaning his back against the bed side table. He had spent years building a wall in his own mind, locking fear, remorse and any other negative feelings except rage behind it. Now the wall was starting to break, cracks were forming and he could do nothing to stop it now. "I see what you are saying but...i don't know where to begin. My only talents are with a rope and a gun." he leaned his head so that he could look up at her, no usual smile this time. He looked like someone lost in the wilderness and realizing that fact for the first time.