Count Your Blessings

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best The Voice frowned softly as she listened to the Ascended before her. "Unconfident," she remarked quietly without moving her lips, the comment almost to herself, as if noting down the trait for later. An improvement to be made, perhaps. Shaking that away, she returned her gaze to Samuel, seeming pleased that he would at least lift his head slightly towards her. "Why do you think that you are not strong?" she asked honestly. "You were made just the same as the others. The same advancements, the same capabilities. Stepping forward, the Voice would lean down before Sam and reach out, her hands drifting to rest against his temples. At her touch he would feel warmth throughout his body, invigoration almost, and a sense of possibility that stretched out into a future that begged him to take it. "He would make a fine Ascended, if he were not tainted so by magic and the blood of the Old Gods," she said of Remi. "Whatever relationship you choose to have with him does not require my permission."