Fix This (Me)

The Voice appeared before them and Sam instinctively dipped his head in a reverence that he did not truly feel, but felt obligated to practice. "H-hello. Well...um..." Now that it was actually time to ask, he was unsure of how to put it. Usually he practised everything he said over and over but this had been something that had taken so long to decide to even do that he had not had the time to perfect a script. "..F...First of all. I know...la-last time we met. I said...some th-things about...o-other Ascended. And ma..maybe I shouldn't have. I um...I was th-thinking you p-probably didn't like that." With apologies out of the way he looked up and his fingers went to his throat without thought. "...L...Last time w-we met. You said you c-could fix my...my voice. And I think...I mi-m-might like that. If you could." Sam glanced to Remi just for a moment - he wasn't sure what for. Just comfort, he supposed, then back to the goddess. Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits