Samuel
How can you say that your truth is better than ours?
Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms
While the growl in Wessex's voice absolutely did not help to calm Sam's nerves, her yelling 'no!' was confusing enough to make him freeze instead of yell and scrabble, staring at her with his hands still in the air before him, eventually being moved by her out of the way. He was still terrified as could be seen in his wide eyes, how they darted around trying to observe all her movements and his possible escape routes at once.
"The...Voice told you to?" He repeated after her, unsure if that ought to add to the fear or not. Delirium said yes, but the fact that she hadn't hurt him yet made him want to attempt to slowly open his mouth and reply. "Um...she...she knows where I am." Sam responded, unawares that his response didn't make much sense. "I'm right here, and the Voice knows that, because I've seen her. I'm making a list for her."
"The...Voice told you to?" He repeated after her, unsure if that ought to add to the fear or not. Delirium said yes, but the fact that she hadn't hurt him yet made him want to attempt to slowly open his mouth and reply. "Um...she...she knows where I am." Sam responded, unawares that his response didn't make much sense. "I'm right here, and the Voice knows that, because I've seen her. I'm making a list for her."
The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home
If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won
