An Apple a Day

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out "Oh." Sam said flatly, not really sure how to feel about that: it wasn't like he could claim to be bias against all things Remi had made, the patch that gave him his feeling still residing beneath his skin. "Alright...so I just..." Taking the staff, he tried to bonk the end against his ankle, hoping that might do the trick: he was not used to working with magic. He was a little surprised by the venom Amalia directed at Loren and immediately felt a need to defend the man jump up in him, though he softened it after her kind words and the way she held back from gloating. "...He...He's having a hard time after Abasi died. I don't know if either of us did anything wrong, just that...perhaps we aren't good for each other at this time. I don't know if I'm good for anyone." He sighed, shaking his head. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.