Deliver Us

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — The Voice's gentle lesson was much less than he had expected and Sam glanced up at her, shocked. He had expected pain or at least shouting. As he listened his preconceptions of The Voice as secretly terrifying melted away just a little bit and he sighed out a breath of relief. "Yes...I..." He stared at his hands, wiggled his fingers, unsure of what it was that had stopped him from asking The Voice. "I suppose I was worried you might be mad that I thought you'd let us become them. I don't know, I'm sorry." He watched as The Voice walked to Rexanna and healed her, relieved that at least that could be done; though the job was left incomplete, her eyes still conspicuously empty. It seemed that neither of them were going to restore what they had lost easily. He nodded to the instructions he was given, though internally he wondered how he was going to get anything from the Kappa's lair. The snake and metal were easily gotten, especially now he had an electric barrier, but under the Bone Bridge...last time he had been there he didn't remember properly, but he knew he had very much wanted to get out. But there was no arguing with The Voice, especially not when she was being so gracious about his mistakes. "I...I'll get them. Thank you." He kept his eyes down, not quite daring to look up at her. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.