Luther looked down at the man he was beating. This one wasn't his enemy. Not really. He wasn't like the ones he had infected with sickness. He was like him. He was a freak that others were afraid of. Even his own brother thought he was a freak. Luther understood that. He knew that his brother had loved him, but he had also been not quite sure of him. Sam had his own fears, just like him. He was afraid that people didn't understand him, that people didn't like him because he was too big, too powerful and too stupid. Well, that wasn't quite true. Sam was being stupid. He just didn't know it yet.