Sam
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
And no one in his right mind would make my home his home
"...I suppose, but..." Sam lowered his voice, as if it would make a difference, and looked from side to side, clearly anxious. "I don't want to say anything ill of the Voice. She's done a lot for me." That was a reason, true, but the real matter was that he daredn't, when he knew he was only just back in her good graces. More than anything Sam feared again having his upgrades and voice taken away, the threat of death looming over him once more.
Steadying himself after the clamber down he followed behind Neron, eyes flicking from side to side to watch for any sudden bursts of lava threatening to burn them. "Oh. It must be nice to have your own abilities too. To not have to always drink from someone." While the Ascended Bite was an amazing thing, it was often undeniably awkward, in the midst of a mission, to have to engage in with somebody.
At Neron's question Sam's eyes averted to the ground, keeping an eye on the stone and gravel beneath rather than accidentally catch the other mans gaze, knowing the guilt might show on his face. "Yes. I knew her well; she was my friend."
Steadying himself after the clamber down he followed behind Neron, eyes flicking from side to side to watch for any sudden bursts of lava threatening to burn them. "Oh. It must be nice to have your own abilities too. To not have to always drink from someone." While the Ascended Bite was an amazing thing, it was often undeniably awkward, in the midst of a mission, to have to engage in with somebody.
At Neron's question Sam's eyes averted to the ground, keeping an eye on the stone and gravel beneath rather than accidentally catch the other mans gaze, knowing the guilt might show on his face. "Yes. I knew her well; she was my friend."
When I try to open up to you I get completely lost
Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost
