Make me understand

Remi hummed sadly under his breath. Apparently it wasn't just to the old gods that his friend had gone. But why hadn't he sought out the Voice himself? Glancing up, Remi reached out a hand to accept the device back. Unlike Isla, he was quite sure it would have no effect on him, and so he held it loosely between his fingers. "Ahh...Well. I know that this is new for you, but imagine if it was not your choosing ... Imagine if you lived with it for years. If you had not drank tea in so long you forgot the taste, or could never feel the warmth from a fire on your skin, or feel the touch of another's hand in yours?" That last part was meant more in terms of Sam, but given what had passed between he and Isla that one night, Remi smiled a bit sheepishly and shrugged. "I worry about giving this to him and having him accept it without thinking of the consequences first. That he might just think of the short term benefits, and not that he would feel pain as well as whatever else might come from it. But would it be worth it, do you think? If you could imagine yourself in his position?" REMI What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way