SAMUEL
Stretch out my life
And pick the seams out
The cool from his 'mothers' fingers was recognisable enough as something like the Voice to relax Sam, his eyes closing with the touch even after her worrying confirmation of worse things to come. At least he had some comfort for the time being and with the way things had been going, he had learnt to live determinedly in the moment.
"...I...I think I hurt someone very badly." He said quietly, eyes still closed, not wanting to see the reaction. "He might be...dead, actually. I drank from him, but I can't...think right, I drank too much." Sam was sure that if this was the Voice, she knew what had happened next; he wondered if she'd care, or if this was an expected part of her plans.
"...I...I think I hurt someone very badly." He said quietly, eyes still closed, not wanting to see the reaction. "He might be...dead, actually. I drank from him, but I can't...think right, I drank too much." Sam was sure that if this was the Voice, she knew what had happened next; he wondered if she'd care, or if this was an expected part of her plans.
take what you like
but close my ears and eyes
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