Nothing, Sam means to snap. What comes out is, 'Purifying myself,' and then, horrified, he stumbles to correct himself, 'I mean, the trials.' And no, no, that's hardly any better. 'I mean, my death was gonna fix things if I'd finished--'

And seriously, the fuck, no. He wrenches himself up and away from the wall, staring at Gabriel, freaked out and furious and jaw clenched so tight it makes the veins in his temples stand out.

'Dude, is this you? Have you laid some kind of truth-whammy on me?'