Masks 2

"I better check on that, Pards."

Sam tips his hat and leaves the table once Finn starts her Shouty Speech, arriving before the end of it.

"If I could cut in for a bit, I think Shouty Swordy here has a point," he walks up to Zil, tipping his hat in introduction, "But I think she's still off the mark. 'Don't make us heroes like Lux.' Pffft. Ya'll know Lux was a kid during the alien war, right? And from what I heard even then she could do all her fire and light bullshit. Granted, I'm mostly goin' off of second hand accounts, and one of my sources isn't reliable, but still. Now, just because she put on a little show earlier with a literal firefight don't mean she's as hot shit as ya'll seem to think. Honestly, I think we're all on her level, more or less, if it came down to things. Pard," he nodded to Zil, "It sounds like you said you play with fire a bit yerself? BUT you also HEAL folks? Healin' from what I've seen is a rare ability."

He crossed his arms, leaning against the bar.

"This whole movement we got goin' is only gonna work if none of us puts another above the rest in terms of value. Maybe some of us are more suited for certain situations than others - ya ain't gonna find me doin' science or anything- but as a whole, each of us is just as much a hero, or, er," he glances at Red Reaper, "Valuable contributor as the other."

Sam smiled roguishly.

"You can't be afraid of these veteran heroes and let that make ya feel like yer less valuable. Remember, right situation, and you could be more useful in a fight than they are. I bet any of us could take Lux in a sparring match. Even me, and I'm just a gunslinger."

And with that last sentence, Sam spoke the only bullshit lie he'd told that night, and he hoped nobody here was a lie detector.