Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
It was not surprising to hear Arialla did not think well of the Voice: Who did these days, except the most apathetic of non-followers and devoted of Ascended? Sam remembered the praise he had given the Goddess when he'd first met the Outlander girl and now it made him cringe: how thoughtlessly committed he had been, how blind.
He listened to the story about Arialla's home carefully, glad to have a chance to hear about somewhere else's troubles. Sipping at his water, he wondered how it might change Caido if they were to view their Gods through that framework: less like Lords and more like the wind, like something natural that could change on a whim. It would certainly make more sense in a lot of circumstances. "...You sa-said you were a Pr..Priestess, didn't you? Why, if your G-gods were like that?"
Sam sighed, nodded at the words on the Voice. He'd wanted to believe for a long time they weren't true, but Arialla was probably right. "It do-does feel like we're d..disposable, to her." After all, the Longnight monsters and The Prince were tossed away toys of an age before his own: was he just the latest in that list?
The last question was one he had been grappling with for a couple of days...he paused, fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. "..I th-think so, yes. Eventually. I c..can't live too long without fluid. I have bl-blood, but..it's n..not enough." Not meeting her eyes, he tried to blink back the sudden pricking of tears.
He listened to the story about Arialla's home carefully, glad to have a chance to hear about somewhere else's troubles. Sipping at his water, he wondered how it might change Caido if they were to view their Gods through that framework: less like Lords and more like the wind, like something natural that could change on a whim. It would certainly make more sense in a lot of circumstances. "...You sa-said you were a Pr..Priestess, didn't you? Why, if your G-gods were like that?"
Sam sighed, nodded at the words on the Voice. He'd wanted to believe for a long time they weren't true, but Arialla was probably right. "It do-does feel like we're d..disposable, to her." After all, the Longnight monsters and The Prince were tossed away toys of an age before his own: was he just the latest in that list?
The last question was one he had been grappling with for a couple of days...he paused, fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. "..I th-think so, yes. Eventually. I c..can't live too long without fluid. I have bl-blood, but..it's n..not enough." Not meeting her eyes, he tried to blink back the sudden pricking of tears.
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
