Shoot The Messenger

Sam smiled weakly, his fear quietening for just a second as Remi promised to protect him. Remi would not always be with him, though; he could not ask that of him right now. He had the stone, but...if Remi had to choose between him or Ronin, he doubted he would be the choice. In the back of his mind, he made a note to start taking his new knives out with him (though hoped he would never need to use them). The mention of his 'roommate' caused Sam to look over with wide eyes, embarrassed at the sudden reminder of Nate. "O-oh. Um, yes, he is. And...I think he would try to protect me, if something happened." He brought a hand up to his face and shyly smiled. "Perhaps we should try and go away somewhere, for a while...but I think people will probably be angry about this for a long time." Besides, where would they go? He had spread the Blight through the Greatwood and the Hollowed Grounds and had nowhere else to head. Sam sighed and shook his head slightly. "I don't know. But...thank you, Remi, for being kind. For seeing that I didn't mean to do this...I know it must be hard with Ronin being ill to not want to be angry." Samuel I'm starting to wake from silent sleep I'm starting to break and I can grieve