A drop in the bucket

"...I see." Jigano vs Wessex was not an argument Sam ever wanted to get between; both of them had great power and frightened him when mad. He could only imagine how cataclysmic their fights would get...it did occur to him that by giving Jigano his fluid, he was potentially assuring Wessex's loss in a later collision. That was something to think about later (Over and over again, in the middle of the night, going back and forth until his head hurt). The promise Jigano made...it was not entirely what Sam was comfortable with, but he did not have the energy for any more arguments. Besides, he did want his friend to be protected from anyone that would attack him, Ascended or no. "Alright, I..suppose that is enough." Running a finger over his arm where a bumpy mark, slightly glistening with fluid remained, Sam lifted his shirt sleeve back up over it. "Is...that everything you need?" He asked, standing from the table. 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