Sam gave a sigh, he couldn't put it off forever and he knew it. So he cleared his throat, straightened his back a little and spoke. it was almost a different voice that greeted Gabriel now, lower and colder than it had been before. " its been so long since i've been in a church i don't rightly know why the hell I'm here. I feel lost. before these past few months i felt nothin toward any of the things i've done. Foolish as it sounds i met a girl here, an she's starting to become everythin to me... but i got a lot of blood on my hands." he stopped for a moment, seeming to pick where to start before he spoke again, "I've robbed everythin from people to banks with no hesitation. Killed at least 12 that i know of, lawmen and regular folk alike. Shot more that i couldn't tell ya if they lived or are feedin the worms. Never felt bad about none of it until she came along."

Sam's hand went to the handle of his colt, the gun felt like it was growing more and more heavy each day.

"I ain't got a clue if i should tell her or not. I don't wanna keep nothin from her but at the same time i'm afraid knowin would only hurt her."

He looked toward the grate that separated them, "thats been my life lately, how are you?"