et tu, Samuel?

Samuel Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? "I care about their lives." Sam insisted, finding himself growing quite frustrated. "Do you really think if Wessex had found herself in the minority she would have been quiet about it? I didn't want our new Ascended to die and...I don't think that's a bad thing. I'm sorry, I just can't believe it is." He shook his head, honestly completely blown away by the Voice's response to this; it was hard to know if he was being ridiculous or if he was seeing some kind of light all of a sudden (he was sure Amalia would insist the latter). Her comparison seemed weak too...had the Voice always been so poor in arguments? "...As you said, it rarely comes down to one door. Besides...I have no reason to believe the door wouldn't be opened for other Ascended, and that is only a chance of death. All of us going in some wild tirade against the monsters...it was nearly a guarantee." He looked up to meet her eyes again, feeling almost out of his own body to be so strongly arguing against his Goddess but unable to step down now.