Sam laughs. It's not a kind noise, but any sense that he's being mean deflates when his shoulders visibly sag. "I wish I could believe that," he says quietly. "But I've got a little too much experience with supposedly all-powerful beings toying with others."

He shakes his head. "I've just gotta hope Deadman finds her first."

It's a grim statement, but he does offer a... well, not a smile, but his expression softens. "Thank you. It's not like you've got anything to do with my situation."