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SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "I have seen what you can do. I'm sure you could make a better one, actually." Sam insisted with an encouraging smile. He had known few mages as powerful as Remi in his lifetime and was confident at this point that the man could do anything he put his mind to. Though that they were discussing this at all perhaps showed that even Remi could not bring people back from wherever they had gone. "...So...is Ianto in these woods? Can you not see him now because of the border?" He had not been expecting laughter as a response to his announcement at all and Sam stared at Remi confused, wondering if perhaps he had been heard incorrectly. But no, it appeared Remi knew exactly what he was talking about and then some. Sam did not find it quite as funny. He smiled wanly simply because Remi did as he laid down, but his mind tended to work far more in fear and paranoia and this was no exception. Would this drive them apart? It did not seem that Remi was taking it too seriously... "Who told you to do that? And...are you going to?" — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.