Oh, my God...
if they ever find out I'm a fraud.
The truth couldn't stay hidden forever. If they continued deeper into this dungeon, his deception would inevitably be exposed. Sam tried to hope things wouldn't keep getting worse, but he carried a dark pessimism: a feeling that whenever your luck keeps being good, don't worry—it's just your bad luck leading you to your ultimate demise.
One way or another, this had to stop. But he certainly couldn't run away. He was terrified of meeting the Wyvern couple again; they'd roast his ass for sure. He needed these people to stay as his human shields.
While Sam was drowning in his thoughts, the rest were walking behind him, gossiping about his greatness. It was getting unbearable.
"You know what? If I ever get married and my wife gets pregnant, I'll bring Master Ra's al Ghul over. He always knows the way!"
