To find forgiveness in the weeds
Sam was, in a word, exhausted.
Not only had Ronin brought down the temple and caused his foot to become a slushie, he'd spent weeks fending off criticism about his Goddess and all his choices related to her (did any of the other Ascended receive so much ire about it, he wondered? Was it just that he seemed soft enough to listen?) and was beginning to become very jaded indeed. In a way, it was filling him with a new, stronger version of confidence. One made partly of spite.
There was still something that nibbled at the back of his brain, though. Something, or, someone, he'd heard mentioned a few times: The Prince. A pitiful child of The Voice, apparently, left to rot in the underground. Maybe it was true, but he couldn't trust the word of the Voice's detractors (equally, he could not necessarily trust The Voice) - he had to see for himself. See who this person was, see if he could help them. See if they could be redeemed.
So he set off into the Underground, hoping to meet this Prince. "Hello? My name is Samuel. I'm an Ascended, like you -- I'm looking for 'The Prince'?" He yelled out into the dark a few times, hoping to catch the attention of this mysterious figure and assure them he was friendly.
