intention erased

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out If Deimos wasn't expecting the question, he could be sure that Sam was equally not expecting the answer. Staring with a blank expression, unsure what to make of the words: were they some kind of metaphor? An exaggeration? Deimos was not prone to either, but it took Sam a moment to grasp that he really meant it: he had died. "...Oh." Sam had heard of souls going from world to world before ending up in Caido, of multiple travels across portals, but not of a return from death. "You...must have been happy then, to wake up. After..um..dying." He said in an attempt to say something, anything optimistic in the wake of that news, eyes glancing to the jar to see how full it was as he wondered when he might be able to leave: it was about half full. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.