"But my father isn't. A. Person," Sam snaps back bitterly. "He is what he is, and I am what I am: the weapon that destroys its user, the bastard son, the necessary child. That's all I am, and I just have to deal with it."

He leans back, dragging a hand through his hair. "So. Can we please call it a truce on the issues-comparing?"

Guppy's question doesn't get a reply. Sam did promise to go easy on the brain-breakage, after all.