I don't want a whole lotta might-have-beens

Remi's question surprised Sam; after his recent anger and suspicion towards the Voice and the man's general caution with Gods, he had assumed this would be a trip he would be making alone. For a moment he almost instictively said no, a protective kind of jealousy washing over him. The Voice was his place of comfort, somewhere secret to him and very few others. But...he did trust Remi, really, and perhaps it could help to clear things up. "Yes, alright. I will probably go to the Underground Shrine some time at night." Their hands linked together but there was so little...feeling to it that Sam hardly noticed. By the time he did he was letting go, frowning as he wondered why it was every time they met Remi felt a little less like he remembered. SAMUEL How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw?