Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
Sam raised his eyebrows at Wessex's rather vivid (and frankly, slightly horny) description of what she'd like to do to Jigano, deciding it was best not to comment on it. He still wanted to work with the man in some capacity, after all - maybe that was where he was weaker than Wessex. He always wanted to find half measures, ways between, solutions. Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
Still, he agreed with what she had to say about Outlanders. Many of them came and immediately began to lay down moral judgements on their world and Gods without much context or experience and it had grated on him too. "I don't know why so many of them gravitate towards them...I suppose it might be for some of them that when they learn The Voice brought them here in the first place, they might be mad to have been lifted from their old lives..?" A guess, though he'd heard similar sentiments from Outlanders before.
Wessex's sudden smile surprised him as well as what she had to say. He put down his pen, indicating he was not intending to write anything down and leaned forwards, interested and conspiratorial. "...Can you...tell me what it is?"
Or make each moment new
