Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
As The Voice touched his temples, Sam let out a tense breath, full of stress he didn't know he'd been holding inside himself. It was all tangled and complicated and awful, but maybe, he thought with clarity, for the first time in a long time, it would all work out. Not only that - it was not all his responsibility.
He had not often felt peace, and he smiled gratefully at The Voice, knowing she would see his thanks without words.
Had he not just been calmed, he might have objected at how The Voice spoke of their non-Ascended citizens, might have recoiled at the way she said they would take the world. But as it was, with the golden and soft touch of a Goddess in his mind, he simply listened and nodded, happy to no longer be hurt and to go somewhere new when the time came.
