Sampson felt like his heart had been cleaved in two. A demon. A demon that had bound his soul to him, fucked him...God the chemistry behind them. He could tell when the mark was severed. It felt like such a relief. He looked over his shoulder at Kane, then looked at Ryan, and pain twisted his features. Kane was right. He didn't deserve Ryan. That man was just far too sweet and good for him. He wasn't a good man. The things that had happened to him. The things he had done to try to free Kane...But what hurt the most was that for someone who was supposedly was immortal Kane hadn't seemed to try very hard to stay with Sam.<br/><br/>But he supposed he'd never know. He didn't want to know. Since they'd taken Ryan's vehicle, he was left to walk, and he did. He left his duffel in the car, and he left Ryan there. He wasn't expecting Ryan to follow him. If the other had any sense he would stay away from him. Sam's life revolved around putting out fires, but he seemed to excel at starting them. Kicking up rocks, he cursed loudly as he set down the path into Boston to go buy some liquor. Yes, getting wasted was on the forefront of his mind.