The Voice had healed him, but Sam still felt absolutely exhausted after the battle at the Mathair. Perhaps Ascended didn't need sleep, but his mind was wrecked with taken in all of the violence, the portal, the idea that he had told the Voice he trusted her entirely (possibly more unsettling, that he did).
When he arrived back in the Monster Hunter's guild, pushing the doors open slowly. The warmth of the place touched his skin and he smiled weakly. As much as it wasn't his home, there was something comforting about the guildhall, especially when it was full of so many people that meant something to him.
He meant to go to his bedroom, but he found himself instead going to the first chair he saw and sitting down heavily, the chair rocking back and forth on the stone floor and echoing across the hall. Sam rested an elbow on the table and pinched the bridge of his nose, frowning as he tried to summon up the energy to go upstairs. He was aware he probably looked a mess, clothes soaked with fluid and blood and dirt, his hair all over and dirty streams of tears dried down his cheeks.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
