"I don't?" Sam looked up at her uncertainly. "I'm supposed to be better, aren't I? I'm..." He brought a palm up to rub at his brow in frustration. He was confused. Months of Ruby rubbing in the fact that he was better than most out there had gotten to him. He had forgotten that he was just another guy and had chosen to believe that he was something more. Something that no one else could understand, but would never be able to overpower or be greater than. He slid his hand away, letting it drop back down into his lap. "It wasn't the power. It was me. I am better." Though now, without the blood in him, he didn't seem so sure.
"You were a Slayer being fooled by a Hunter and a demon," Sam said quietly, "that's not an easy thing to go up against." She was good, but so was he. And Ruby had years under her belt at sneaking around. Plus, Sam thought that maybe their relationship played a part in the way things were between Slayer and fucked up vigilante. She had been blinded by love.