listen to my aching heart

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

"Mmm." Sam was dreading the next time they would see The Voice. She had usually been good to him, yes, but little moments...a tug on his hair, a change of tone...he had seen hints of a darker side to his Goddess and he feared the day he would finally see it in full.

Rexanna was quiet after his question and Sam looked sideways at her, hands in his lap (tapping, tapping at his knuckles, little shots of pain as little punishments) waiting to hear what she had to say. Hearing it was a stupid idea, as much as he knew it himself, stung a little.

"...I was hoping that...well..." He sighed, screwed his eyes up for a second as he tried to put into order what he wanted to say. "I don't know if you know, but Jigano told me that the monsters that come out in Longnight were once Ascended...that The Voice has left behind and let go like that." Sam shook his head slightly, still not wanting to accept that. "I wanted to see if it was true and if we could...bring them back. Because Rexanna, if they are old Ascended...what if that's us, one day? What if people hate us and we spend all our time trying to kill?"

What if, what if. "..I just...wanted to try and help them or get some comfort, I suppose."

Samuel

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

Cold comfort for change?