intention erased

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out It was not. Deimos' simple way of speaking brought a smile to Sam's face despite the subject matter and the scenario it was being told in. No further detail, no complaints, just a confirmation. Sam almost wished he could be so collected and plain in his words, only communicating what was needed without going on a million different anxiety-ridden tangents. The way Deimos described their 'trouble' was a little dryer than Sam had expected (and maybe hoped) for; he also noticed that the man didn't implicate himself in any of the actions described. "And...did you get any good information?" He asked, not wanting to know exactly how it was obtained. He made an interested hum and leaned forward as Deimos created the beacon. Sam nodded, waiting to hear the upturn of the story that he hoped might be coming. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.