"Got many of 'em." Jesse grinned. "Smokin, drinkin, women. And a fuckin' mouth like a Goddamned dock worker."
He turned back all the way to face Sam, more serious than he had been previously. He could hear the bit of doubt there in the voice, and it couldn't be easy to be talking to the guy who had shoved a soul back inside.
"Listen, Sam." He refrained from putting his hands on the other man's shoulders, just cause he didn't know how Sam would feel about contact from somebody who had done something so against his wishes at the time. "It's all intent. If yer intendin to be a good guy, that's what counts. Yer tryin to help people, so fuckin what if you've got some blood on yer hands. Sometimes that's what's gotta happen. I know as well as anybody. I ain't virginal on that front. Or... others. What's in yer heart is the truth. Don't go gettin yerself all worked up that anyone's gonna judge you on shit you had to do to save someone. And if yer doin what ya can t'make this all up t'Fred, then you and I, we're square."