Mary took Ben's chastisement in stride. Perhaps he was right...she needed to be honest with Sam if they had any chance of convincing him this thing was all wrong, even if it was difficult to listen to.
"How else could he have known?" She asked, her voice almost pleading. "I doubt that you are the sort of man who boasts about his injuries. If the boy is wrong, how else could he possibly have known about the mark on your back? Why would he possibly care so much about you? Why would I take the time to come with him, even if he was just a confused little boy? Obviously I have better things to do as well. I KNOW Death is nothing to joke around about, but Sammy..." She was breaking every rule, getting closer to her son, calling him 'Sammy,' and especially leaning in to stroke his cheek, but Mary didn't care. She had to break through to him. "Please. Please listen?"