Sam frowns thoughtfully, and then huffs a breath.

'I'm not sure that's a whole lot more encouraging than the possibility of it being controlled by some... malevolent higher power. At least you can beat those.'

He's not sure how the hell you're supposed to fight a sentient time-space rift. Sighing, he slumps back against his wall, sliding down until he's sitting, his long legs bent up before him.