It had been nearly a year since Sam had deserted his Goddess, let himself be stripped of all powers and abilities and deserted her for a time; how strange that now he was back to where he had been, taking someone new to become Ascended, to become what he'd sworn he hated barely even four seasons ago. That contradiction and conflict played on his mind as he guided Ophelia down the tunnels, but he didn't voice any of it.
Hopefully, they'd get to experience The Voice and her love purely, at least for a while, before the complexities of it all crept in.
Eventually they came before the statue; Sam stopped at the opening to the chamber, gently took his hand away from Ophelia's. "Here it is. You can speak to the Voice here - just...be honest and tell her what you want and how you feel. You'll be fine." He'd leave if he felt it was too private, but for now he stayed at the back wall, watching.
Hopefully, they'd get to experience The Voice and her love purely, at least for a while, before the complexities of it all crept in.
Eventually they came before the statue; Sam stopped at the opening to the chamber, gently took his hand away from Ophelia's. "Here it is. You can speak to the Voice here - just...be honest and tell her what you want and how you feel. You'll be fine." He'd leave if he felt it was too private, but for now he stayed at the back wall, watching.
no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
Samuel
