Trying My Best (OPEN)

Sam looked back absolutely flabbergasted at Jigano's words: to him, Jigano was the one struggling to see shades of grey. Once again the mess of his communication skills had failed to get his ideas across, it seemed, and he had potentially lost a friend over it. He said nothing, the hurt and confusion in his eyes more than accurately portraying the thoughts within his mind. "...I...I suppose we see those things differently." He said sadly, finally, then stepped out of the door, looking up to the metal, ignoring the rain on his face. More than anything else, he just wanted to leave now. To get away from the questions, the incessant blame, the whip of Jigano's tongue. Staring up the length of the earth pillar he saw the metal at the top; it was not quite sparking but it was definitely crackling with some kind of energy. Sam pulled a cloth from his bag that had been holding tea bags to hold it with, covering it in a little mud as an extra barrier from the electricity. "Can you please bring the metal down? ...Thank you, for that." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child