Sam spewed the drink that was in her mouth by mistake, and it earned her a smirk from Desmond. He knew that she couldn't handle his truth, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt anyway.
"See, I told you, you can't handle it," he said to her as he dropped his plate on the mat and picked up an apple from the basket, taking a bite out of it.
Sam took a deep breath before replying, "No... No, I can handle it, but why do you call it blood rage?" She asked, eyeing him closely and searching his eyes to see if he was lying to her.
"That's because I have always trained to be a killer," he answered, biting a chunk of the apple and chewing it noiselessly.
"But why? Why would you train to be a killer?" For him to openly admit that he was a killer to her was something that she didn't expect. "Couldn't you have done something else?"
