"I am not your psychiatrist Alpha," He had told her bluntly. "Nor am I a shoulder to cry on. As I said, we are not exactly friends. What you need to understand is that Pandora had relented from killing you which she could have done easily. She may have spared you because deep down she still has some feelings for you, or perhaps it was just pity. Either way you are alive. If I were in your shoes, I would reminisce on the misdeeds I have done, and try to repent for them. Perhaps this mark that you bear is a way of repenting."

"The mark is a simple truth. Not a mark of repentance." She said, crushing the cig in her hand. "Pandora has simply told everyone what I am. I was made to do so." She said, gesturing to the A-007 on her neck. ".....Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe it's what I deserve."

"If that is what you believe, then so be it. I am not going to intervene in this, you should take my advice and think over what you have done however. Try to improve yourself instead of just sulking around." He told Alpha while crossing his arms, synthetic skin overlaid his exosuited hands. "Our little chat must come to a close however. Ciao, Alpha." [i]With that Samuel had walked off to leave Alpha to her own thoughts.[/i]

She just kept smoking and trying to clear her mind. Alone. [spoiler]end?[/spoiler]