Sam squints, confused and frustrated. "Why? It's not they're fault that I'm a criminal to them. That's all you have to do. I won't be around to get you pissed off, or to lecture you, or to remind you of what a shitty person I was in your life. You get to wipe your hands clean. Hell, you got to until you found me."

He shakes his head, hair falling in his face. He's so tired. Tilts his head against the seat, sighing. "It's be worth it in the end, for everyone, " he says in a hopeful voice. "It's worth it."