the words

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — It was nice to hear Remi defend the Voice, even if he was not entirely convinced. Sam knew his friend would never Ascend and did not need him to to love him, but it meant the world to him to know that Remi was willing to see past the bitterness and anger of the people around them, to consider that Sam knew what he was doing. "Whenever we do anything...well, most of the time, she tells us about it and answers questions. I feel like I can talk to her about anything." The Blight really was the one sticking point in his faith, but Sam was beginning to feel less conflicted about it as time went on. Of course, Remi had had far more personal stake in the illness with a nearly-dead spouse, so he did not speak on it. "What happened with the Fae..? Oh, the Mathair." Sam sighed and tilted his head side to side, unsure how he felt about that. "The portal is worth more than a tree, right?" As Remi listed off the names, his face went white. Phoebe and Amalia he did not know so well and Amalia he was already on bad terms with, so he did not mind those names too much; but Jigano? He could have wept. As they had just been putting so much work into rebuilding their friendship, just as they had been working to understand each other on The Voice...here was a wedge between them. "Do you...think Jigano will take it seriously?" He asked, the sudden upset clear in his voice. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.