"Right now those consequences seem to be causing pain to the one woman in this world i've ever felt love for. I gotta tell her father...i can't lie to her. If she hates me for it i just..." he swallowed hard and shook his head, "I couldn't blame her at all. Ain't that odd? I did so much bad for the last damn near six years. Fought and bled for what i was convinced was my only way out after my father died." he kind of chuckled a little bit, not because he particularly thought it was funny, more at how absurd it seemed to his still twisted mind, "far enough to kill when i was just 15, and it took one small, frail lookin woman to make me question it all."

Sam leaned forward again, he was doing a lot of shifting around in that booth. "there was a time when some of the things you said would have earned you a beating from me, i won't lie. since i met her though i've only ever felt that rage when she was insulted. I even quit drinkin, haven't touched a bottle at all. So... i suppose i'll confess to her, an if she hates me for it i'll accept that. hard as it'll be i'll do my best to set her an the baby up an then i'll leave. It ain't makin it right with the people i've hurt, but what would past them watchin me take a short drop an sudden stop?"

"you asked about consequences, an truth is i don't know. I aint sorry for dealin with jack, though maybe turnin his head into a canoe weren't the right way of it. I ain't smart enough to come up with the answer here an now, gonna have to think on that one and get back to you."