"Someone who can help or hinder," Sam repeated. He shook his head. "Now that's specific."
He looked back at the woman who seemed to relish speaking in riddles.
"Look, if we're keeping names out of this, then we're keeping names out of this on both sides."
Sam didn't care to think about whether or not that question had a bigger meaning. He didn't spend his time navel-gazing. Maybe when he'd had a soul, but now? He was enlightened enough to realize that that sort of thing didn't matter one bit in this world or the next.