Deliver Us

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — I have never needed to be liked by them said The Voice, and Sam nearly screamed. Didn't she get it? She didn't need to because she was a Goddess, infinitely more powerful than any mortal opinion. But himself and Rexanna, the other Ascended? They were vulnerable and that vulnerability only grew as public distaste for them did. He was not scared of Remi, not truly, but he had seen the look in the Alchemist's eyes as he had shouted outside his door. They were the scapegoats, and now that the town had been proven right in their suspicions? They were pariahs. Still he kept his mouth shut, knowing he was lucky The Voice had not punished him more severely for his Longnight escapade. At least she had a good point regarding the other Gods, he thought, one that he could take to Jigano. "...I...I don't know. I like to think they'd try." Rexanna casually informed them of a death, but that was not the interesting part. Frowning, Sam asked: "How do you know she is the one that attacked me? I never identified the culprit." Though if it was true, his fears would be calmed somewhat. He caught The Voice's gaze as she said her parting words and took in a shaking breath, wanting more than anything to believe all she said. Most of him did. But a part that was paranoid, skeptical and confused held him back from fully jumping into her promises and ideas. "How? Can you tell us what the plan is, at least a little bit, from this point?" — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.