That - woah. Sam feels like he's missing a world of context here and he's not wrong, though apparently Belle could handle herself when up against a witch, and he knows from experience that that is some serious dark mojo. He looks at her with an increased, impressed respect, his eyebrows lifting.

"Witch, huh?" He shakes his head, his expression folding into something distant and regretful. "I'm - sorry. I guess even after all that, you're still - you still can't be with them."

Fate, yeah. Some real nice, understanding fate. That just sounds like an exercise in unbelievable frustration.