and yet, I choose you

Samuel

I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds

As much as Sam wished The Voice could have given him the explanation for the blight sooner, he was glad to have one. It would help him to explain things to his friends, especially as it sounded like The Voice had not known it would occur until it did. Though it did always seem easier to accept things when she was saying them to him, her gentle motherly voice and hands making him desperate to agree.

"I'm...glad you could fix it." He smiled, then looked up to the sparking device she held, the one that would show him the status of the portals. Could he really do something so important?

The only way to find out was to try, he supposed. Holding out a hand for her to pass it to him, he nodded his consent. "Where am I to explore first?"