intention erased

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out There were few things that could have effectively totally taken Sam out of his fugue, but the sentenced 'I have removed limbs before' certainly did it. He turned to look at Deimos with wide eyes, though he supposed after a moment it made sense enough, from what he knew of the man's past as a warrior. Still, the thought made him a little queasy. "A...prosthetic. Right. ..Good enough that I could still make my books?" Because that was really what mattered: he couldn't feel the pain of the cut, nor did he have to use his hands to fight nor did he care too much about his appearance. Without his craft though, he did not know what his life would look like. Slowly getting back into the rhythm of this strange dark conversation he began to walk again towards the college, still cradling one hand in the other. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.