Sam was not expecting Evie to move towards his touch. Gently he moved closer, trying to stroke her arm comfortingly as she spoke; he could see in her the threads of panic that had run his life for years: she'd always controlled them better than he, but now he had seen behind the curtain, hadn't he?
"...I don't think The Voice should have told me either. It wasn't fair for her to - that was your secret to tell me." He spoke quietly, not liking openly disparaging his Goddess but unable to approve of the sharing of that secret. It had not been the Voice's secret to give. "I wish I could have found out when you wanted me to, but...well. I didn't ask her. She just told me." Sam wanted it to be clear he didn't ask. Really, he'd had no reason to, had never suspected Evie might be anything other than what she put herself out to be.
He nodded as he supposed he might have kept his Ascension hidden too, if he'd had a choice. "I...never thought your life was perfect. Well. Maybe when we were children. But nowadays...I know it was a different kind of pain for you, but still painful nonetheless. But Evie...shouldn't we be trying to move past the expectations Mother and Father pressed on us? He's dead now. We can be who we want to be."
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
