He promptly fell into hysterics.
"She promised me she would return! She never did. All this time, Raff, she must have been trapped. Not remembering anything." His body shook. "Here or somewhere far worse, where even I could not reach her. And now? She loathes me."
Raphael looked at him somberly, somehow able to take a talking K.F.C. bucket seriously.
"Look, maybe you scared her, but she didn't run away. You're Death, and you're a pill. Everything runs from you. Clearly, she's an anomaly, and if that doesn't give you hope, I don't know what will."
Sam was silent. Cautiously, Raphael tipped the bucket up.
"Hey," he said gently. "You may be rough on the outside, but deep down, you're good. Even if you can be a devil."
The bucket incinerated as Sam's hair burst into flames.
"Leave," he grated.
