I'm still undone, not quite young
As Safrin disappeared, Sam found there was something in him that was disappointed: some last shred of hope that he had perhaps clutched to without knowing, a last remnant of the faith he had been taught as a child. Still, it wasn't enough to bring any great reaction out of him. Gently, he reached out to touch Amalia's arm and give her a smile.
"Thank you for br-bringing me. P-p-please though, don't both...bother Remi or anyone else with this. I d....don't think it's going to work. No matter who." He couldn't endanger people for himself, not when the point of his departure from the Voice was meant to be independence and sorting out his own troubles.
"Thank you for br-bringing me. P-p-please though, don't both...bother Remi or anyone else with this. I d....don't think it's going to work. No matter who." He couldn't endanger people for himself, not when the point of his departure from the Voice was meant to be independence and sorting out his own troubles.
Cross my heart, now I hope to die
SAM
