To find forgiveness in the weeds
While Sam's life was currently not going too badly, he was sure Caido would throw something at him eventually. Longnight was around the corner, which always brought a fresh selection of issues with it (though this time he would be careful not to thrust his hand into nets that contained monsters), the Voice would soon be enacting her plan for Torchline and he just felt like something was coming on the horizon.
He'd come to the ruins as a part of his night time walks, when he liked to reflect and prepare himself for whatever might be coming, though he had never really been successful with that.
Sitting on a pillar that had long ago fallen sideways he looked up to the moon, hands in his lap; he was in an odd place at the moment. A phase that felt transitional, in-between. Not a good time and not a bad one either, one where he was waiting for everything: for Loren, for The Voices plan, for more portals, for his sisters trust...it made him feel unsettled. Giving out a heavy sigh, he pushed a hand through his hair then began to amuse himself by pushing rocks about on the pillar and reversing time on them with his fingers, reverting them back to their old positions.
