"Why do you even think that this is about what you and your friends do over there? It's about me. I'm supposed to be able to protect my family and I can't do that when I'm all -" Weak. The word was weak. "- we all have our responsibilities. The Hyperion protects this city. I protect my family. I don't care who else is out there keeping an eye out on them; they're still mine and that's what family is supposed to do. Depending on someone else, capable or not, is not the solution to every problem in the world. If that were the case, Dean never would have died! God would have saved him after I spent every night praying that he..."
Sam reached up and ran a hand over his face. No, no, no. Don't be stupid. Crying was stupid.
"I didn't think it was gonna go this far," he said, lowering his voice again. "I know that it's not a good excuse. I don't have an excuse. All I knew, from the start, was that the second Ruby started talking about how much this would help everyone, it was all I could think about. And that's the truth."
Another slap. Well deserved, just as the first one was.
His vision blurred along with the sting at his cheek, but he didn't look away. "I don't know how to make you believe anything I say," Sam told her, voice breaking. "But I'll do anything, Faith. I'll do anything you want me to to make this better. Anything. Please. Just tell me what to do."