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SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out There really only was one way to give his fluid, even if the thought made Sam want to put his head in his hands. With a heavy sigh, he lifted his wrist and turned it one way then the other as if considering the cut that would need to be made. "You said Zuriel could heal me and replenish the fluid as I lose it, yes...?" Assuming Deimos confirmed this he would hold his wrist out on the table, facing up. "I'd prefer it if you could make the cut, please. I'm worried I wouldn't do it hard enough on myself." Really, he knew he wouldn't be able to. Unfortunately this was not the first time Sam had thought about cutting his wrists and those times he had been caught short by his inability to drag the knife over his own skin; then he had thought it was cowardice but now he wasn't sure. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.