Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
For the time he was being spoken to, The Voice's presence in his mind was comforting and Sam felt his heart grow warm with a fondness and affection he couldn't even put into words. But the moment it had fallen silent, he realised that he now had to tell Remi that that was all. That The Voice had spoken to him alone, and had not said anything about the Blight.Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
He turned to look at Remi and considering lying. It wasn't like he would know any different. But..either way, it was going be hard to convince him of The Voice just spoke to me and not you and this is totally what she said without lying already. Complicating things wouldn't work.
Besides, he did not want to act like someone guilty. "So...um...The Voice just spoke to me, briefly." Sam's eyes did not entirely meet Remi's, fear of his reaction bringing back many of his old anxieties and insecurities. "She says...there are things we are not ready to understand. That we will soon. I...I don't know what that means. I know it's not useful. I'm sorry."
He did not comment on how it sounded in regards to whose fault the Blight was - he already knew what Remi would think. "...I will go to the Atheneum." He said suddenly, standing. "Maybe I can find something in a book there we have overlooked for not knowing to look for it. I do not need to sleep, so I can keep looking until I find anything." Desperately, he wanted to be useful. To make up for some perceived flaw in himself, to prove himself innocent, to save Ronin.
Or make each moment new
