To find forgiveness in the weeds
Osozo certainly wasn't humble, which did make Sam smile to himself: The Voice had not made another emotionless being like 108 here, had she? Osozo certainly seemed to be brimming with personality, which he thought would be a good thing when it came to proving the humanity of their race to the others. Of course, there were the questions about pain, pleasure, bodily functions...but he was too polite and awkward to ask the Demi God that right away.
"Um. No, not really. My shop and books all have my signature in anyway, so if I changed my name it'd be difficult..." He mumbled, feeling embarrassed with the practical and dull answer in the face of all of Osozo's flamboyance. "Are...you going to change your name eventually?"
It seemed like Osozo was a true prototype from their description of their 'job', a task Sam did not envy them: the pressure of being a good 'first' had to be immense, or at least it would be on his shoulders. "Oh, I make books. Though...for the Voice, I help explore to make new portals. Do you know about the portals?"
