comeuppance

Samuel

We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do

Sam knew he'd have to get to Wessex eventually in his apologies. She was the scariest one apart from The Voice and he was anxious about it, but he had the experience of his last few conversations with Remi, Rexanna and Jigano about the failed Longnight mission. Those had made him realise he was on a rather drastic downwards spiral.

He was coming up to a large moment of decision in his life, he knew it. Just what he'd choose, he didn't know.

A little later than Wessex, last minute fear causing him to be slow, he headed down into the safehouse. As he shut the trap door behind him, he tried to resolve himself. Not to be cocky or rude; he knew he was in the wrong. But to be dignified, perhaps. Not crying at the first moment of hardness. It would be difficult, but he had to try or he'd never be able to change.

Walking towards Wessex and stopping about five feet away, he looked to the candle then forced himself to meet her eyes. "Hello, Wessex. I suppose you'd like to speak to me about what happened during Longnight." His voice stayed surprisingly steady, but his hands were a tell-tale sign of his anxiety, balling into fists and relaxing over and over again.

Or make each moment new