An Apple a Day

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out "Oh, well...The Voice didn't answer me at the Shrine this time, but it did help a little." Sam looked down at his ankle and shrugged. "I...don't think you'll be able to heal me, Ama. Loren can't, since I'm Ascended...it's alright. I'm not in pain - I don't feel that." He gave her what was meant to be a comforting smile, though he wasn't completely oblivious to the fact that for Amalia, an inability to feel pain might be something unnatural and disturbing. He'd been feeling a little smug about the whole quest and how he'd been right that no peace could be brokered, but hearing Amalia talk about it his attitude melted away and he sighed, reaching to pat her shoulder. "It's not a bad thing to want peace. But sometimes...you can't get it with everyone. I don't know if the gourds are even intelligent enough to consider it." take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.