Samuel
How can you say that your truth is better than ours?
Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms
After speaking to Loren, Sam's faith in the world was rapidly falling. Some of the smartest, most put-together people he knew were sick; they seemed to be degrading distressingly quickly, leaving Sam unsure if this whole mess would be solved. He also struggled to shake the constant, never-quite-ending fear that this was somehow all his fault.
He had thought to go to the safehouse to see if he could find any of the Ascended family: The Voice had wanted him to find which of them were sick and perhaps they could band together through this confusing, worrying time. He was sure the rest of the family were as baffled as he was in regards to why and how they were sick, when that was meant to simply not happen. How their systems had failed without any warning.
Before he could even make it to the edges of Sanctuary, though, Sam had found he was exhausted again. It was odd, to feel tired without pain or actual physical sleepiness, but he found motivation for each step failing more and more until he was sitting on a wall just outside of Sanctuary, leaning with his head in his hands, trying to desperate force himself to think coherent, clear thoughts.
He had thought to go to the safehouse to see if he could find any of the Ascended family: The Voice had wanted him to find which of them were sick and perhaps they could band together through this confusing, worrying time. He was sure the rest of the family were as baffled as he was in regards to why and how they were sick, when that was meant to simply not happen. How their systems had failed without any warning.
Before he could even make it to the edges of Sanctuary, though, Sam had found he was exhausted again. It was odd, to feel tired without pain or actual physical sleepiness, but he found motivation for each step failing more and more until he was sitting on a wall just outside of Sanctuary, leaning with his head in his hands, trying to desperate force himself to think coherent, clear thoughts.
The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home
If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won
