Samuel
I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
To find forgiveness in the weeds
The Voice's gaze was intense, her eyes piercing into him: Sam stared back, wondering if he had somehow committed a new transgression. Hopefully not; sometimes Gods could just be rather intense, he supposed. Trying his best to keep a positive mind, he put on a smile and opened his mouth to explain just what he'd come for.
The request confused him but he knew better than to disobey, especially after his recent sins, and besides, he did for the most part trust the Voice to not hurt him. Sam held out his right hand, the one remaining whole one, and waited to see what she would do.
