"If you shoot fast enough..." Would it work? He knew that he could stop bullets if he wanted to. They would float in the air. Fall to the ground. Sometimes even fly back in the direction that they came from. Did he want that to happen to her? No. Not at all. And by making her come here in the first place, Sam realized that he had done something incredibly stupid.
"They could never cure me," he whispered, head dropping down a little, "no one can."