intention erased

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out "..Oh." Finding out you had died through dreams had to be a disturbingly bizarre experience and suddenly Sam wondered if his own mental torment over the years was truthfully very mundane. At least he had known he had always been alive (even if the most ardent Anti-Ascended believers would argue with that..). "I suppose at least there's some people here you used to know? It's..good, sometimes, to have a little bit of home. Or at least, some of the Outlanders have told me that." Thankfully it seemed he had finally given enough of his fluid and he lifted his hand up out of the jar carefully so it would not spill too much and held it up to Zuriel to have her heal the wound, finally giving her a small smile. Whether or not she chose to deem his wrist worthy, he would get up a moment later and nod at Deimos. "Thank you. I'm fine...I think I'd just like to go home and have a cup of tea now." With that said, he gave his brother-in-law (that would take some getting used to) a final, small smile then walked out of the College, turning his new hand over and wondering if this choice would end up being for the best...if it saved even just one person, he thought it would be. {FIN} take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.