Sam could feel his heart break for Jubilee. He stayed quiet, holding her against his chest, lightly stroking her hair. This was about how she was feeling, not his opinion of the situation, and he was going to keep it like that.

That that he had much of an opinion. He hadn't really sat down to form one. But he knew his friend had somehow been wedged between a rock and a damn hard place.

"It was never your job to keep him happy, Jubilee." Sam said, keeping his voice soft and careful.

"And nothing he's done is your fault. You can't hold on to that guilt. Believe me, it'll kill you." That sense of duty, the blind need to do her job and protect everyone, even if it meant sacrificing herself. He was far too familiar with the concept. And he knew what it could do to someone.