The body, maybe. The soul was older than he looked, but even that was fairly recent and compressed. And repressed, as much as Sam could.

"Right. So, hope that that's all he was able to find but be ready because it may not be." Sam hummed. "Though the fact that only one was sitting waiting for you does lean toward him not having many. I suppose he couldn't have predicted that you would necessarily be traveling with Jack and he probably expected that one would do the job. But it's not something he could necessarily have counted on. Still. Incendiary bullets aren't just useful for things like that, especially if the other things we went up against are afraid of fire."

The way Sam's brain worked could handle this. He could handle it. "I'm a little surprised, though. He's...captured the other Guardians, right? It's weird that he'd want you or Jack simply killed outright when he hasn't done it to the others." He glanced up. "Sorry. I know that's not something you probably want to think about."