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SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Deimos looked up just once before making the cut: Sam nodded, though his fear was clear in his eyes. Quite why he was scared he couldn't put into words. He knew it wouldn't hurt and he trusted that Deimos would not put him in danger, that Zuriel would be able to heal him...but his heart still raced at the image of the Sword getting ready to slice his wrist. At least it was swift and soon the jar was filling up, his fluid pouring out at a thankfully quick rate. "So..do you have to take this to the Gods now, or do you know what to do to the door yourself?" Sam asked, more looking for something to say during the wait than anything else. Bizarre to be concerned about things being awkward when you were giving away your lifeforce, but he couldn't help it. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.