She leans forward suddenly, one hand lifted to rest on his shoulder. It's a solid touch, and strong.
"Because you aren't damned, Sam. Not yet. Tarnished, a bit. Demon-touched? Certainly. But you'd be surprised how much of that is not irrevocable -- how much of that means nothing in the long run, do you choose to change your ways."
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She leans forward suddenly, one hand lifted to rest on his shoulder. It's a solid touch, and strong.
"Because you aren't damned, Sam. Not yet. Tarnished, a bit. Demon-touched? Certainly. But you'd be surprised how much of that is not irrevocable -- how much of that means nothing in the long run, do you choose to change your ways."