I'm still undone, not quite young
Sam noticed the Voice's eyes lingering on him as she looked out over all of them; for a moment he feared this confirmed his worst fears, that she had decided him weak for the resistance to the fight he held - though as she continued to speak, he thought it sounded like she might actually be amenable to his points, even if the rest of the Ascended weren't.
It wasn't his turn to speak. He hadn't been asked upon.
But this wasn't normal circumstances, so he spoke up. "I'm sorry mother, but I have to say this. There are so many here who are new, who haven't even experienced a LongNight yet for some of them. Is now really the best time for us to enter a fight with the monsters that have nearly killed some of the strongest of us? It feels like we would be willingly throwing away our family members for the sake of a better reputation with the other races." Stepping forward, he took a deep breath: talking up was not easy for him.
"Wessex may be alright with that sacrifice, but I'm not comfortable silently standing here while it seems everyone else is willing to let unknowing new members...be slaughtered. And they will be." The last words were quiet and sad; he was angry, he was frustrated, but most of all he was scared and upset.
It wasn't his turn to speak. He hadn't been asked upon.
But this wasn't normal circumstances, so he spoke up. "I'm sorry mother, but I have to say this. There are so many here who are new, who haven't even experienced a LongNight yet for some of them. Is now really the best time for us to enter a fight with the monsters that have nearly killed some of the strongest of us? It feels like we would be willingly throwing away our family members for the sake of a better reputation with the other races." Stepping forward, he took a deep breath: talking up was not easy for him.
"Wessex may be alright with that sacrifice, but I'm not comfortable silently standing here while it seems everyone else is willing to let unknowing new members...be slaughtered. And they will be." The last words were quiet and sad; he was angry, he was frustrated, but most of all he was scared and upset.
Cross my heart, now I hope to die
SAM
