Shoot the Messenger

"...I...I d-don't know. It all was so quick...I'm..." It was true that he was confused about the exact order of events. His mind was so addled by panic and fear that the moment of Isla's death was already becoming foggy and hard to remember exactly. There were images that flashed before him - Isla with her mouth stretched around the worm, the splash of gore that had been her stomach - but the real time happenings were becoming lost. Remi seemed for a moment sympathetic and Sam revelled in being looked after as he looked over his hands, flexing his fingers just slightly and watching as more fluid gushed from the wound. He would need to go to The Voice soon, he knew. ".....The...the Luxere we saw...all of us. We j-just...saw it and had to f-f-follow. Isla too. All of us. I just...ha-had to go. I don't know. It's...h-hard to explain." He shook his head, confused himself about why he had ventured outside without Remi. Samuel This time I might just disappear