Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
The night was still, cold sitting in the atmosphere around Sam, and he almost wished for wind. For some kind of noise to distract him from what it was he was about to do. Remi had every reason to want to come along for the trip to the Shrine, yet Sam wanted to tell him he had no right. Something in him, now that he had cultivated more of a relationship with The Voice, selfishly wanted to keep her for himself and the other Ascended.Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
But he couldn't do that, not when he knew Ronin's life and by extension Remi's happiness was on the line.
There were other reasons to be anxious too, though. He knew that he and his fellow Ascended, that The Voice had nothing to do with the blight. It didn't make sense. Even so...the whisper in his head that had always been there served him nightmares of The Voice proudly saying, before Remi: Yes, well done Samuel, you spread the Blight just like I wanted you to.
No. No, he told himself, that wouldn't happen. It would be fine, Remi would find out something useful, but more importantly, would know that the Ascended were not behind any of this. With that mantra repeating in his mind, he stomped his feet to try and shake the cold from his legs and continued to wait at the entrance to the Underground.
Or make each moment new
