It takes him a moment to connect pity with what Kurloz'd told him about moirails. "Nah, it's - well, yeah, it is, but humans got a lot of other kinds of love. This is different, this is family."

Except it isn't all that different, he'd easily put it in the same category as what he feels for Riley. It's a strange feeling, having something once occupied only by a ghost now spanning over a handful of people, but it's one he's already starting to get used to. He knows enough about moirails not to say something like that, though, and not enough about them that he can make an attempt at trying to explain the difference.

Especially not in the middle of an arena.

When Kurloz starts putting his face paint back on, Sam looks away. It's not like he hasn't already seen him more or less without it, but he'll give him some space there. He doesn't completely understand it - he hadn't gotten around to asking the questions he'd wanted to, back when Kurloz'd first told him a little about the paint - but he can respect it. And it means he can keep an eye on Psiioniic, just in case the paint is a trigger like Kurloz quoting had been.

"You sure?" he asks Psiioniic. "Cause I'm gonna start making them, and they're going to smell amazing."