long road out to recovery

Jigano's question, one that Sam had been struggling with himself, made him pause and chew at his lip. He knew more than anyone that The Voice's motivations currently seemed rather immoral. He had punished himself over and over with the thought that he had committed yet another unforgivable sin; that he had once again proven why he should not have ever left his home. "I don't know, Jigano. That's why I'm waiting." He finally said, though it seemed his interrogation wasn't over - more questions came, these ones more pointed. Sam shuffled uncomfortably in his chair and clasped his hands, considering the words over. It was nothing he hadn't thought himself at the dead of night. Finally, he shook his head. "It is not unquestioning. I have spent...so, so many nights not knowing if I have made a horrible mistake by trusting her. But, Jigano, she has also helped me before, in ways you don't know and can't understand." Sam looked up, meeting Jigano's eyes. "I owe it to her to wait this out and see if it works out to be worth it. If it doesn't, then...then I will have to consider my options. Not that I have many, as an Ascended. Most of the Gods won't talk to me and after all of this, plenty of people won't either." 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