Sam suspected Isla could be speaking about Archebold, given his own rough experiences with the man, but he didn't put forth the name. If Isla had met him, she knew herself how he was, Sam was sure.
The rhetorical question really did make him feel like a child, but he didn't say anything about that either for now. Sam let a lot of things slide in his daily life, and while Isla was a little condescending, she was at least trying to help him. But when she kept talking, revealed that she had let herself be infected with the same curse as himself...Sam shifted backwards, suddenly anxious.
"Isla...you d-don't....You don't know what you did. It's not...it's not so bad in the beginning. But then it gets worse. So much worse. Y-you won't remember hot or cold or taste things properly and if you have a chance with somebody they'll leave because you're a freak." He didn't even seem to notice how revealing he was being, his fingers tightening on the sheets. "You're too good for this. M-maybe because you're a new one they'll l-let you go back. Say you don't want to. It's not good, Isla."
