gone to hell

"Oh, um...we don't do many sacrifices here." Sam shook his head and held up a hand, hoping to make it clear that wasn't the usual kind of offering; he was not too shocked though, having heard this kind of thing from Outlanders before. "Depending on what God you wish to speak to...I've heard Frey likes fruit or flowers, Ludo likes toys...I don't know about Safrin. The Voice doesn't ask for offerings, but you can still take something if you'd like." Sam shrugged, never having taken anything special to his Goddess other than himself. Turning a corner to a quieter street, passing the memorial left after Fiat Lux for the children lost, Sam bowed his head for a moment out of respect before he replied: "Well, should it be? Is it right that they should rule over us, if they do not have our best interests at heart? The Voice presents another option, one where we have more power and choice in our lives." 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