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SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "I suppose..." Sam considered it, but the method Remi suggested felt very odd and not like anything he'd want to do. It had taken him a long time to grow accepting of his body - to start anew with a different one sounded absolutely disorientating. "Does Ronin ever speak about it? What happened to him, becoming a Demi-God like that? It must have been odd." He smiled a little at Remi's memory, nodding his head. Things had changed - a lot for the worse, but some of them for the better. "Yes. To Halo. To explore...before people can rush to stop us." Sam sighed, hugging himself, not liking the sudden fight he'd found himself in the middle of. As for Nate...he smiled weakly, tilting his head side to side. "I don't know. I don't know what to make of...us. He seems so tender sometimes, and I think he might love me...but he hasn't said so. Not yet. I made it clear when he Ascended I wasn't putting any expectations on it...though of course, I hope he might stay with me." He laughed a little, embarrassed at the admission. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.