You can't - [he shook his head, exhaled harshly.] What do you want me to say? That's not somethin' you can plan for. You think I could've had any control last time? S'not like bein' a goddamn werewolf or somethin', when you know the moon's comin' and you can lock yourself away for a night. Wasn't a person here ready for what happened.

[he looked like he might say something else, but sucked on his tongue instead, sending Chilton's bookshelf a harsh look as his cheek hollowed and jaw twitched. Yeah, the point resonated. Like hell Sam was admitting that aloud - Chilton's smooth, self-assured questions rang like the tug of a lead he was determined to dig his heels in against - but he also couldn't deny the reasoning. Yeah, it made sense.

...Christ, but he missed Luna. Sam closed his eyes at a moment's brief heartache, breathing out. She'd have handled all of this better. He'd have her to rely on.

He wouldn't even be here to begin with.]

...Why the hell do you care, Dr. Chilton? Why are we doin' this? Are you just worried I'll come after you again the next time shit happens?