Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
"Yes, I think so." Sam confirmed, taking hold of Remi's hand as well for a moment to guide him over an especially bumpy bit of the path; soon they would approach the statue - he felt nervous pangs throb through his chest. "Are...are you nervous?" He asked, a telling question and a vulnerable one.Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
They came into the cave with the statue of the Voice and he gently let go of Remi. "We're here. I'm going to kneel down but um...you don't have to, I suppose." If in Remi's mind The Voice was responsible for his husbands soon-to-be death, he likely would not want to show respect to her - on his head be it. Sam knelt, bowed his head and spoke out into the cave:
"Um, hello, Voice. I'm here with Remi to hopefully ask some questions for him, to make him feel better. He's a good friend, and he's upset, and you could perhaps help. ...There is also something I want to ask about." With his intent stated, he looked up to see if they would get a response.
Or make each moment new
