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SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — With everything that had occurred, Sam was feeling overwhelmed. His new tasks to complete for The Voice, the rapidly spreading knowledge of a new land far away from the Hollowed Grounds...it truly felt like he had not had a single chance to rest in months and he was beginning to yearn for just a night of quiet, uninterrupted sleep. Even with Nate beside him, he could not keep his mind from wandering in the dark. A walk around the Outskirts seemed like a good way to clear his head, as long as he did not stray towards the woods. It was always quiet there and he felt secure knowing his safehouse was nearby. Sam walked with his hands in his pockets, which had become somewhat a habit of his since his injury, and tried to think over all he had done and what was left to do. Looking ahead, he saw Remi sat in an odd place, facing the scarred earth that had once been the barrier. Sam began to speed up towards him, eager to thank the Alchemist again for his help at the Bone Bridge, but then slowed as he saw that Remi was speaking. He did not want to interrupt. Though...it seemed there was no one there. He stopped a few feet away and cleared his throat, peeking around to see if there was anyone perhaps behind a tree. "Remi? Are you...busy?" — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.