Samuel
While Sam had genuinely meant what he'd said, while he had truly deactivated his shield, there had been a part of him sure that Amalia would never even come close to taking his life. That his sister was too good, ultimately, for that - even if she thought it would save others. But then there was the flash of metal, the cold against his neck; he felt his heart sink into his stomach. Was this really it?
Finally, she relieved his panic; a new kind of dread filled him, but it was not as heavy. Sam looked back into her eyes, his own hard and determined, evidence of the new man he'd become in the last year. "Alright then. Take me. Maybe they will listen better than you." He would put up no resistance to Amalia's restraints; after all, he'd met Maeve. He was reasonably sure she'd be sympathetic to his tale, once told correctly and without bias.
Finally, she relieved his panic; a new kind of dread filled him, but it was not as heavy. Sam looked back into her eyes, his own hard and determined, evidence of the new man he'd become in the last year. "Alright then. Take me. Maybe they will listen better than you." He would put up no resistance to Amalia's restraints; after all, he'd met Maeve. He was reasonably sure she'd be sympathetic to his tale, once told correctly and without bias.
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
