ship in a bottle

SAMUEL

Do you remember what you said to me?
'Cause we lost track of time

"Oh - hmm?" Sam looked about for who had called his name, his eyes finally falling on the face of a man that he'd definitely seen before, but who he was not intimately familiar with. He was Ascended, he knew that much, and Sam felt the familiar faint pang of panic in his chest that he was somehow about to be told off for his particular faults when it came to serving the Voice.

Thankfully, it seemed Edwyn was at least starting off friendly, even reminding Sam of his name (Sam's plan had been to avoid mentioning it at all costs). "Edwyn. Hello." He looked out to the sky, the soft fade into night time that was occurring above them, nodding. "Yes, it's quite beautiful. The Hollowed Grounds can seem..drab, at times, but it does have it's moments." He had to remind himself of that, if he was going to stay sane here.

"How are you?" Sam asked, lifting one leg to rest against the wall. "I don't usually see you outside of Ascended meetings..."

Yeah, we lost track of time
You always let me down so tenderly