Sampson was wallowing in his own aching head and heart to see the look on Ryan's face. Sam's shoulder tensed when it was made clear none of them remembered things. His lips pressed in a thin line, all but desperate for a cigarette. He didn't ask for one as they went outside. He didn't even realize Ryan was trying to keep him away from Kane, and had he he would have thought the gesture would have been charming, if not endearing. But then they were all holding hands. The sharp pain had him crying out, and the flood of emotions came rushing back through him.<br/><br/>It all made sense. All of it. The fire. The demons. The deal he'd made. He swore. "God...dammit. Mother fucking son of a bitch," he hissed, his head throbbing. "You knew. You...you knew! You flooded my memories with all that was good between us how could you not have known the bad!" he yelled at Kane. All his rage and frustration unleashed. "And he's your father! Your father, Ryan!" But he couldn't be made at Ryan because he was far too sweet. "You burned his house to the ground with him in it!" He stormed over to Kane. "Call it off. I am done. My debt to you is paid. I saved your son from being burned alive!"<br/><br/>If the mark wasn't doing wicked nasty shit to his body he would have socked him in the face. And there would have been no kiss behind it. "I saved you. I saved you from those demons by asking Eden to make me forget, because he wouldn't help you otherwise. He did this. To all of us. And you still go running back to him. God...I loved you! And you pulled that shit off to me last night!" Which he didn't remember the part about Ryan being an angel. Some bits were muddled, but not much. "We had chemistry, Kane. Wonderful, hot chemistry. But I don't like you as a person, and the fact that in a fit of rage you nearly burned your son alive...I'm done. We're done. You call my debt paid."<br/><br/>He turned and stormed off, not waiting for a reply. If the mark held him back, he fought it tooth and nail, not caring about the pain it might cause. Fuck he'd<i>crawl</i>away if he had to.