Samuel
I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
To find forgiveness in the weeds
An Ascended meeting to spread news...never a good sign. Sam had come from a sense of obligation and curiosity, but dreaded what he might hear when he arrived. What was it now? Another group of people determined to kill them? Another dangerous mission to be given to them? Perhaps he worried too much, but typically the Ascended didn't gather for good news.
As it went, well, it wasn't the worst news he'd ever heard. A time frame for something everyone had already been speaking about. Sam nodded solemnly, hands behind his back, and said nothing - he had little power to do anything about all of it. All he could hope for was that when the time came, he'd have the luck to stay safe.
