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SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Honestly Sam was not entirely sure what being taken 'back' by the Old Gods would look like, but he tried his best to say what it was he had imagined: "I don't know, really, but I suppose...to get to a point where the Old Gods would be willing to accept me as one of their own again, and I suppose I wouldn't be associated with The Voice. I don't...think they can change my body, though." He felt that the upgrades and fluid The Voice had placed within him was too ingrained to be removed now. "But I don't want to do that." He was sure of that now. Even speaking of it felt wrong, almost distasteful. Remi's nudge drew a smile from him; he did not want to speak too poorly of Jigano for he respected the man greatly, but it was refreshing to spend time with Remi's easy acceptance and kindness. "I know. And you me." His talents lay elsewhere, but he would always show up to help Remi. He sighed deeply as Remi confirmed his fears. "It feels unfair, that there is only me with four of you. You...won't hurt me, I know that much. I am honestly not too worried about Phoebe. But...Amalia? And even Jigano..." Sam frowned, wringing his hands together. "Perhaps it would be good for me to hurry on my way...I'm going with Nate. He is Ascended, now." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.