This whole transfiguration thing is such a chore

Samuel

How can you say that your truth is better than ours?

Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms

Amalia again did not lie, gave him the honest but hard answer. While Sam knew that was likely for the best, he had to do his best to stomp down the panic rising in him, the desire to run back down the beach and throw himself at the shrine, let go of all principles just for the certainty that Ascended eternal life had given him. "I haven't...th-thought about having to die for a long...l..long time. How do you d-deal with it?"

Her suggestion about the Prince caught him by surprise. "..Perhaps, but wh-who would we get the fluid f..from? I don't know if I c..can afford to lose any right now." Also, he didn't really want to see the Prince again: the last time had been rather disastrous.

The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home

If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won