Sam nodded, understanding and accepting that explanation. He understood duty, even if he had more of a track record with shirking his own than keeping to it. Or at least, that was the way he saw it.
"A duty to the world is a heavy thing to carry," he said, soberly. He knew it from experience. "Especially when it comes at such a high cost to you. There isn't anyone who's managed to carry the Mantle and not lose themselves to it? Or... anything that they've done to fight back against it, or remove it? Or control it, so that Argentina doesn't happen again?"
He'd want it removed. But he hadn't been raised in Summer, or Winter, or anything like that. He had been raised to fight the supernatural, not to uphold a duty to it.