Being your guardian wasn't easy. Not really because of you, in all fairness you were a pretty good kid and could pull your own weight when needed. But Sam had a hard time raising you when he wasn't even grown himself. At the end of the day you were both just two lost kids in Cartagena.

"Hey, you hungry?" Sam wonders. You'd been so quiet lately and he feels bad. He knows you don't like the new gig he's got, you think it's too risky. But he has to feed you somehow, you're his baby sibling. And maybe it's for himself, that need for grandiosity and admiration.