"I don't know if I ever believed in justice. I just really, truly hoped that it exists. I hoped that of a lot of things." Sam looked down at Harry now and he swallowed. That cold rage inside him, it was threatening to tip over. Sad. He was so very sad.

"You know, I never really let myself make an actual friend. Not until I met you. I remember going to the dorm after the first time you talked to me, before we met up, and I was giving myself the spiel of how I don't need anyone, can't trust anyone, shouldn't let anyone get close. But then I caught myself. Remembered that my dad and Matty weren't around. That I could have a friend." Sam shook his head and then just looked up. Still had to do confession.

What a joke. "Forgive me."