i'll be your hope, i'll be your love, be everything that you need.
"Not this time, Sam." The Voice whispers softly, genuinely sounding wounded to have to tell him no. But she couldn't take the chance. Absolutely wouldn't. But that didn't mean she'd let Sam go without...it just wouldn't satisfy him the way he needed. "Not how you might want, anyway."
She adds, as electrical tendrils race out from her and into him. He is restored as well as he can be, though the disease steals and saps the energy she offers.
"I'm sorry, Sam. Do what you can. In the meantime, I will take care of this."
She adds, as electrical tendrils race out from her and into him. He is restored as well as he can be, though the disease steals and saps the energy she offers.
"I'm sorry, Sam. Do what you can. In the meantime, I will take care of this."
