(open) 'cause we find ourselves in the same old mess

Samuel

Sam frequently, in the last couple of years, found himself surprised at his own strength; this was no exception, and while he did step out of the way of the wheelbarrow, he did then spend a moment stood looking at his hands. He knew the Voice improved their bodies, hid patches and additions within already-there flesh, but it always felt strange that he, with his rather lanky nerd body, could outmatch most people in the town.

"Oh...that's quite nice. The sort of thing you'd write as a metaphor for a new beginning." He commented quietly, unsure if Wessex liked that kind of observation, but it was his immediate thought; how he could illustrate it, green spirals of ink rising from a brown gradient at the bottom of a page.

Seeing what she was doing with the shovel, Sam went to grab another and begin to help automatically, years of cleaning up after disasters making it second nature to pick up and assist. "It's fine...we actually found another wall behind the panelling with nice paper. So all in all, it may have been an improvement." He smiled with a hum, though his face quickly was taken over with a confused frown. "Do you...know why it was the Spark Bird attacked us in the first place? And...did we successfully get rid of the monsters?" A loaded question, maybe, but she was the Queen.

I was not ready for the road
I was so discontent to wear that heavy load