ship in a bottle

SAMUEL

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

Edwyn's cheer surrounding the situation was almost jarring to the defeated, resigned worldview Sam held about the whole thing and it took him a moment to swallow the irrational angry response he felt to it, jealousy arising in him that Edwyn could so easily smile when it felt the Ascended were being backed into a smaller corner by the moment. His fingers pressed hard against the stone of the wall for a moment, but he released the tension with a sigh.

Maybe they needed that kind of optimism to continue on, he supposed.

As for his reputation as a merchant? He paused, mouth open to speak but nothing quite coming for a moment as he considered it. "I...suppose. Either way, I'm sure your books will do nothing but welcome people into the shop. I need new content...sometimes I feel with the world so open now, all I have is horribly outdated and small minded material. Not being much of a writer myself, it's hard to update it." Hence why he'd asked so many Outlanders to give him their stories.

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