Samuel
How can you say that your truth is better than ours?
Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms
The second Sam heard a voice that was unmistakably Wessex's calling his name, he stiffened, fear immediately grasping him, most likely amplified by the illness fogging his mind and intensifying his panic. Had she come to finish her job from before? He'd come back to the Voice, but Wessex could well hold a grudge, and she obviously wasn't adverse to violent means. He curled down, trying to hide behind his hands.
It seemed he had already been spotted, though. Letting out a too-loud scream as he was shaken, Sam opened his eyes wide and pushed his hands out, trying desperately to get Wessex away. "Please!! I promise I haven't done anything else! Please don't hurt me!" His feet scrabbled uselessly against the ground as he tried to go back further, the wall blocking any progress.
It seemed he had already been spotted, though. Letting out a too-loud scream as he was shaken, Sam opened his eyes wide and pushed his hands out, trying desperately to get Wessex away. "Please!! I promise I haven't done anything else! Please don't hurt me!" His feet scrabbled uselessly against the ground as he tried to go back further, the wall blocking any progress.
The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home
If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won
