Samuel
The Ark was not a vessel Sam was familiar with; he tried to commit the name to memory so he could try to find it later, even as he felt a little guilty for that plan: he knew it wasn't his business to pry into Zeph's work, but his curiosity about not just his host but this whole new world he'd found himself in was a good distraction from his current situation. Nodding, he put the information away.
"...Well...y-yes, but..." Sam tilted his head from side to side. It was hardly a secret that Sunjata's marriage to Phoebe had been a strange affair, even to those not in attendance. "...Either way, th-that doesn't hurt me, so I do..don't have a problem with you." It was up to Phoebe to enact her own vengeance for it, and as far as Sam knew, she had.
Not knowing about Sunjata's new position, Sam frowned and leaned forward, glad to have a chance to talk about someone else for a little. "..Wh..what job is that?"
"...Well...y-yes, but..." Sam tilted his head from side to side. It was hardly a secret that Sunjata's marriage to Phoebe had been a strange affair, even to those not in attendance. "...Either way, th-that doesn't hurt me, so I do..don't have a problem with you." It was up to Phoebe to enact her own vengeance for it, and as far as Sam knew, she had.
Not knowing about Sunjata's new position, Sam frowned and leaned forward, glad to have a chance to talk about someone else for a little. "..Wh..what job is that?"
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
