Count Your Blessings

The Voice, at least for her, was getting agitated, it seemed like. Sam curled his fingers and chastised himself for voicing his concerns to her. She was a bias party, someone he hated and loved all at once. Being here sent him into a confusing place where he was both enemy and child. "..A-alright. I'm...sorry. Um. I-is there anything e-else? I need to d..drink, but.." It felt awkward to bring it up right now, but it was literally life or death. Besides, it seemed to be something The Voice quite liked anyway, having him 'take' from her. Sam looked up with a nervous little smile, hoping that the suggestion might soften her mood. SAMUEL Another little digit on my lifespan, what a bore And what once was fresh and green Now marches in the ranks of the obscene This whole transfiguration thing is such a chore