The Disappearing Light

Sam understood the point of Jigano's wistful thoughts, but disagreed with them. "Well...yes. Longheat is the season of love. War could be Longheat or Deepfrost, depending on the attitude of the soldiers. Drinking, well that's...hm. I would have to read the song. But my inclination would be Leafchange." He shrugged. "They do not have to be strict categories. I just...would like to decorate the book on the theme of the seasons." Jigano was sure that what he had seen in the Spire was a ghost, an illusion, but Sam could never fully convince himself of that. The delusion fit too well into his paranoia, his fears, for his mind to simply let it go. When Jigano asked him to describe the Spire he desperately wanted to refuse, but he couldn't find it in him to deny his friend. "..Well..um. I'm not really sure why I went in the first place. I wanted to be important, I suppose. As soon as we got in...I saw a man die. I d-don't know who he was. An Ascended, but I had never met him before. He was crushed." Sam closed his eyes tight shut as if it would block away the memories of Aedion's death. "Anyway...we got upstairs from there, and there was a room...filled with dead people. Cornelius was there, and he wouldn't let me past, and Zariah killed hers and I thought it had to be an illusion so..." When he opened his eyes they were glazed over, distant. "I hit him with the cube. And he did fall and I could get through, but then...I received the same blow. Remi saved me, actually." He touched the side of his head where the corner of the cube had hit. "Then...it gets vague for me after that. I did not stay very long after we had saved the Core." 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