@auspiciousPetal"....oh." That was all Sammy could manage at first. As the other two spoke, Sammy's mind drifted. He knew he wasn't the brightest bulb in the shop. There was a lot about the world that left him confused. Like he'd be doing something fun and then get told it was wrong. Or that he had to grow up. Or he was hurting people when, no? He really couldn't. He just played pranks, whatever happened next wasn't really his fault. He'd been told there was something wrong with the way he acted, and he just really didn't get it. After all, wasn't it only wrong if you hurt people?
He was smart enough to be able to make some distinctions, though. Like threatening people to see them run wasn't a prank, and someone telling you to brace yourself for bad news meant it was really, really bad news. Maybe Witch was captured, and then Frankenstein - ah, that was his name, Sammy was sure he's probably lose it in the next 30 minutes since it was kinda long and the first time he'd ever heard it, but it was good to know - would get to enact his plan of punching people.
Then again, Witch never told him
why he needed to go into hiding exactly - what they did with the Powered people. Just to stay safe because, yeah, not the brightest bulb. He'd had his sense of self-preservation repeatedly questioned over the years, and a few overreacting cops and people made even him question it once or twice. So of course she had to tell him.
"...oh no." Some color drained from his face, and the bright blue irises of his eyes stood out in starker contrast.
But what if Frankenstein's plan wouldn't work, because Witch couldn't be saved anymore?
He could be dumb about things like pain and love and staying alive. He wasn't the dumbest about death, though.