intention erased

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Deimos claimed he could make the prosthetic in a matter of moments, so Sam nodded, swallowing just once before he went to open the door. "I'd...rather do it inside where no one else has to see, if that's alright." He pulled the handle, this not really being a question: he was not about to do this in public, where people might be able to watch the harming of an Ascended as some kind of spectacle...and where another Ascended might see and disagree with what he was doing. Once they were in, he thrust his hand towards Deimos, fingers outstretched. He was probably being too hurried, but Sam knew if he hesitated too long he would not be able to go through with it. "I can't...I can't feel pain, but I'd still like to look away." He shut his eyes tight. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.