Sam
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
And no one in his right mind would make my home his home
Sam said nothing to Amalia's (accurate) accusation, barely unable to think the words himself. He had said all he could say; all that was left to do was to sneak off into the dark like the criminal he now was: fitting he was a snake. Trying his best to ignore any noise or force Amalia made and to focus on his speed and direction, he tried aggressively to fight off any thoughts of distress or remorse: those would come later, but now was not the time.
Finally he made it to the portal and wasted no time leaping through, only changing back to a human form as he was in the space between, immediately going to the Grounds; there he knew the layout, knew where to hide if she pursued further. Sam had hoped he was out of the Grounds forever, but running back past the Spire, back to the Woodlands where his Goddess was waiting...it felt safer than Torchline, where he had suddenly gained many enemies.
{FIN}
Finally he made it to the portal and wasted no time leaping through, only changing back to a human form as he was in the space between, immediately going to the Grounds; there he knew the layout, knew where to hide if she pursued further. Sam had hoped he was out of the Grounds forever, but running back past the Spire, back to the Woodlands where his Goddess was waiting...it felt safer than Torchline, where he had suddenly gained many enemies.
{FIN}
When I try to open up to you I get completely lost
Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost
