In the Blink of an Eye

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

He was relieved that Remi was not also pressuring him to speak to The Voice. The plan was so ludicrous it had no chance of succeeding but to those uneducated in his Goddess, he supposed it could sound reasonable. Did they usually argue with their Gods, he wondered? Did they not feel the sharp contrast of fear and love he did when they prayed?

Feeling Remi's fingers through his hair while he heard the name of his (...lover...?) roommate was enough of an odd contrast to break Sam a little out of his misery, into a confused guilt that he did not know the reason for. Still, he did not move from the touch, could not afford to miss out on comfort when his hands were still shaking and his mind still screaming.

"...Don't...don't get hurt by going after her. Maybe we'll have...well, y-you'll have scared her off, now." He said hopefully, slowly pulling away to sit close but separate, cuddling his own legs. "Besides...she probably won't be the only one, right?"

Samuel

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?