[Really, Hizumi. Really. Sam just shakes his head, looking confused like nothing else.]

What-what are you doing? What's your problem, huh? [And he raises his voice again, burying his face in his hands, as if he's going to burst into tears any minute.]

Stop trying to make me the scapegoat! I don't WANT to be hurt anymore! Stop it, please, god, stop it, I just want to live my life and not be chased by pitchforks and mobs for something I DIDN'T DO!!