So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
"I don't have many ways to fight." Sam laughed quietly, shrugging his shoulders. She was right, though - Rexanna's tendency to be in the middle, to protect, it usually did cost her. "But...you are still here and if you have survived through all of this...I do not think there is much left that could do any worse." He meant it, too - she and Wessex both seemed so invincible to him, able to complete whatever they put their minds to.
Though, once upon a time, he'd thought the same of Lucas. Of Remi...
It was best to focus on those of them that still remained, he decided, and forced his mind to come back to the current moment. "Oh, I am hardly good at it. The Luxere still come when I sing, though, and Safrin has not yet cursed me for my voice...just...for The Voice." He rarely made jokes, much less good ones, and Sam could not help his dorky laugh after this one.
"I see...do you miss being Abandoned? Just...just abandoned, I mean. Before you Ascended." He asked, stepping up over an overgrown tree root.
Though, once upon a time, he'd thought the same of Lucas. Of Remi...
It was best to focus on those of them that still remained, he decided, and forced his mind to come back to the current moment. "Oh, I am hardly good at it. The Luxere still come when I sing, though, and Safrin has not yet cursed me for my voice...just...for The Voice." He rarely made jokes, much less good ones, and Sam could not help his dorky laugh after this one.
"I see...do you miss being Abandoned? Just...just abandoned, I mean. Before you Ascended." He asked, stepping up over an overgrown tree root.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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