Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam looked over as Rexanna lifted her arm towards him, not realising what it was she was trying to do at first (the part of him that was still that scared little boy thought she might strike him, but he'd gotten good at squashing those voices down); as he realised she was trying to hug him he turned to her and gently held her as she held him. The gesture seemed incredibly graceful and he almost shook with the relief and happiness it brought him.
Maybe apologies would be difficult, conversations muddied, but he could and was being forgiven.
"...I...suppose that's true." He said, as Rexanna pointed out they were the 'bright ones'. It was also true that 108, who had been around for hundreds of years, was at least humanoid, if devoid of any visible emotion. "But I've never been able to stop myself worrying...and making up new things to worry about."
Was he kind? At the moment he only felt stupid and small. "I feel that no matter how kind we are though, people are always going to judge us by The Voice's actions...so many people are angry about the Blight. I don't know how to make her understand we need to fix what people think of us, or they'll..." He left that ominously open.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
