Trying My Best (OPEN)

Sam wished too that they did not have to fight, but when there was such an obvious dividing force coming between them, something that would affect both of their lives....he found it impossible not to mention it. He had to know what would happen. There was a possibility he would soon be an enemy to Jigano, as painful as that was, and it was not the time to be cheerfully chatting on. Especially when it seemed Jigano was always insistent on taking the worst possible impressions of The Voice. "And neither does the Voice. She has never told us to go and convert the masses or bring anyone to her. Everyone that's come in the last year has been voluntary. I was not, but that was my families fault, not hers." He insisted, frustration clear in his voice. He watched the tower of dirt reach it's peak, impressed but not saying anything, crossing his arms and looking off, surly and upset. "...I'm sorry that that happened. I hope you weren't too hurt." He said softly, closing his eyes to hear the news of Jigano's fight with The Voice. This was so hard. On the one hand Sam understood perfectly Jigano's feelings, wanted to emphasise with his friend; on the other he had made commitments to his Goddess and while her methods were not always to his liking, he agreed with her goals. Not really knowing what to say about the whole thing, Sam cast his eyes to the ground and softly mumbled: "I really am sorry. About all of this. About the mess it's caused. I admire you very much, Jigano. I...I don't know what to do about any of this." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child