intention erased

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out More time to work with could hardly be a bad thing, so Sam didn't see much point in doing the thing any other time than now. Besides, it would mean he had less chance to think of every thing that could go wrong with it. Just one last concern. "...You say Zuriel could heal me, but could she restore fluid? Do you have...someone for me drink from?" He didn't dare suggest it could be Deimos himself, rather sure that wasn't on the table. Assuming Deimos did have some sort of answer to that question Sam would guide them out, get his coat and lock up the shop after putting out the embers in the fireplace. This felt like something impulsive, which was usually a bad idea, but he tried to press that down. "Um...how are you going to..take the upgrade?" take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.