long road out to recovery

"And I was miserable." Sam insisted back to Jigano, finding himself growing a little frustrated. Everyone else seemed very keen to tell him what his relationship to his own race and Goddess should be; when really very few people in Caido had actually met the Voice themselves or walked even a while in an Ascended's shoes. "I can't hate all I am and turn my back on it, because that's just the same as hating myself for anything else." But Jigano, as he always did, continued to speak and he had some good points. He always did. Sam pushed his hands into his hair and sighed. Talk of Remi that 'loved him' hurt, though it did also contribute to the frustration. Not only was he being told who to worship, but his romantic life judged and appraised. "Jigano, I...I don't know that I entirely trust the Voice." Sam admitted, looking up with a desperately honest shrug. "But I don't trust you, either, when you are so quick to speak poorly of her. You've never given me a chance to tell you how happy shes made me, or what she's done for me." It was a surprise to hear the rather adversial words come from his mouth, but he could not find regret them. "She took away my stammer, and don't you dare tell me that was a part of me I should have kept, because it made me feel embarrassed and stupid everywhere I went. She took away my memories because I asked her to." He crossed his arms and shook his head. "There's no point in me saying all this. I...I don't...I don't want to fight with you, Jigano, not when you've just come back, and I am happy to see you here. I just...I wish someone would try to understand why the Ascended might like The Voice instead of going right to attacking, right away. Just once." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child