The Disappearing Light

Sam said nothing more of his sin. After all, the act could not be undone by talking about it, and Jigano had already made his disappointment clear. He would replay the conversation over and over in his head late at night, but for now he could put it aside for the admittedly more pressing issue of their potential deaths. Jigano, whom he viewed as somewhat of a pillar of bravery and stoicism, openly admitting he did not know how well they would fare...well, to say it rattled him was an understatement. "I...um...I see..." A part of him desperately wanted to beg Jigano to let the missing members of the guild be mourned and to not lose any more lives, but he didn't want to make the other man think any less of his moral character. "What if..what if Amalia and Caiside are already dead?" He asked, the most subtle way he could think of to raise his concerns. "Why would the Fae keep prisoners? I don't think they'll want anything from us...we have been trapped in here this whole time, have no real riches to offer them." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child