Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam bowed his head, wished he fully understood what it was The Voice saw in him. Privately, he often thought she was likely just trying to make the best of it; that she wished he had not been forced into her ranks. For what could he be but a liability, an embarrassment? Too bright...he doubted it.
Even his newly-discovered and slow healing could not touch this, not yet. When he was before his Goddess he felt as small as an ant.
His eyes went to Ronin as hers did, but he quickly looked away. "Even..brighter? I...I didn't know there was more to your plan." This was not a criticism or meant to be negative, just simple surprise. As she asked her question a hot beat of fear went through his heart, but Sam looked up and nodded.
"Yes. What is it? If...If I can do it, I will."
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
