For Science

SAMUEL "I would assume so. I didn't do anything to bond it to me..." If Sam knew The Voice, he knew she didn't like to give him any kind of advantage over his 'brothers' and 'sisters'. He severely doubted he would have been given an ability over competent Ascendeds like Wessex. Remi handed him a knife carved from thin air which he took and after a moment of hesitation pushed in the pad of his thumb fingertip, holding it above the cube. After a moment a swelling of fluid appeared as he cringed at the sensation of pain, which he was still getting used to in many ways. He had not known how different it could feel time to time, from aches to shooting pains to stabs. The fluid took longer to fall than blood, but eventually it dropped onto the cube and Sam took his hand away, leaning forward to see if anything would happen. "If this is it, I wouldn't like to have to do this every time I wanted to use it." I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again