Fix This (Me)

Remi seemed pretty indifferent about their meeting with The Voice, which was better than disapproval. The question caused Sam to pause though, thinking through it. Did he...? He did not know very many people at all. To further limit the circle to Accepted who would want to Ascend...the list was so small it probably had no one on it at all. "...I don't...th-think so. But...m-maybe...I could...put up an...ad-advertisement? In th-the settlement? There has t-to be someone who w..wants to, right?" He got up from kneeling on the stone floor and stretched, lacing his fingers and raising his arms above his head. Now that he could feel the cold of the stone on his knees and the aches of his body he couldn't keep one position as he used to be able to. When he finished he turned to Remi and looked him up and down. He was a man of many magical talents and shifts, who presumably would not want anything else. But Sam still wondered. "If...you c-could Ascend. Would you w-want to?" 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