Shoot The Messenger

He did not want to do this. He did not want to do this. Sam knew he had to, though, and that was the worst part of it. If he didn't tell Remi what he knew, he'd regret it for the rest of his life; and if Remi found out...well. He likely was never going to talk to Sam again anyway. The whole way to the guild Sam rubbed his mouth anxiously, nearly turned around five times, had to bite back tears, desperately hoped Remi wouldn't be there when he knocked. He had to knock. Staring at the door, Sam wondered how it was he'd gotten here. Once, he'd thought he'd been saved from his old life by Remi. Then, he thought he'd been saved from the disaster he'd made of that by the Voice. Now...he didn't know where he was. Perhaps it was time to stop trying, after this last good deed. Screwing his eyes tight shut (you have to), he raised his hand and knocked. Samuel I'm starting to wake from silent sleep I'm starting to break and I can grieve