intention erased

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Sam tried his best to ignore the tail hitting him, feeling rather surly towards the unicorn as he was sure she felt about him. His cat had never given him this much trouble. He had hoped, even if it would have been rather surprising, that Deimos could have had some cheery tale ready for him: in the moment with his bleeding wrist and lost fingers he was not in the best of spirits...but of course, the General offered a war story. Sam hesitated, though eventually decided that any distraction was still a distraction, so he would listen to anything Deimos had to tell. "Then tell me one...the...most hopeful one you have, maybe?" take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.