Samuel blinks a couple times and realizes what happened. He had a strange, indescribable feeling. He barely knew the man. Only fought him once. But they had a lot in common. Too much to list. He rolls up his right sleeve and turns over his wrist. It's covered in tac marks. Thousands upon thousands. He raises his other finger as it starts to heat up significantly. He etches a mark across four other ones, indicating that it's 5 more. All his sins, mistakes, things he wishes he could undo. But not all of them were so. Some where of fallen loved ones or comrades. Like he said, he barely knew the man, only fought him once. But if he had a chance to bring him back, he would. Actually introduce himself and such. He smirks a bit. "Rest in pieces you son of a bitch..."