Count Your Blessings

Sam didn't know how to explain it to her if she didn't already know; how it felt to always want to blend into the background, to fade away and not have anyone look at you again, not demand something from you with their questions and eyes. He didn't want to be special, didn't want to be capable of anything more than the average person. The connection was...strange. On one hand it was comforting to feel a part of one collective, one of a whole...but he knew that the Ascended he was linked to did not care for him. They thought him pathetic and weak and would much rather he was not threaded to them. "...N-no, I...I don't want you to f-fix it. I can work on it...myself. I-if I want to." Something in him bristled at the idea of The Voice 'fixing' him. "And those...brothers and s-sisters...they hate me. So they...they a-aren't my family. Not really. They all want this. I d-don't. I'm sorry. I just...I....my parents made me..." Sam sighed, scrubbing at his eyes for tears that weren't there but threatened to come. SAMUEL Another little digit on my lifespan, what a bore And what once was fresh and green Now marches in the ranks of the obscene This whole transfiguration thing is such a chore