Somehow, the red burning out almost hurt worse than being a Red Lantern had - like he hadn't been able to comprehend how painful and wrong it was until the blue light was burning it out, pulling him back towards himself. Sam gasped, shuddered, leaned into Rich. He felt like he was on fire from the inside out, and God would it just hurry up and burn out already -

Everything's gonna be okay.

He didn't want to be mad all the time. He was mad so much of the time. At school. At supervillains. At himself.

Being mad was exhausting.

As the blue light burned away the last of the red, the tension drained out of Sam's posture and he went limp in Rich's arms.