A drop in the bucket

With both their eyes focused on the fluid dripping from his wrist, Sam felt an uncomfortable attention being paid to the parts of himself that were unhuman, especially with the conversation topic of his lack of pain. "I didn't see it as a threat." He looked up with a slight frown, wondering how much of the argument between them about the Voice was simply different interpretations of the same words. "Just a truth. At the time, I wanted every sensation. Taste, temperature, pain...she warned me it would come and I accepted that. Now, she gave me a choice to get rid of it, and I did. I've experienced enough pain for a lifetime." Perhaps that was dramatic, but it was true; between his fingers during Longnight and the biting cold of Halo looming, it seemed sensible to dull his sense of agony. Watching the bottle slowly fill, he turned his head to the side to see how much had flowed in. About an inch, so far - the fluid's thick nature made it quicker than blood to fill a space. "Is that enough?" 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