We Can Rebuild Him

'Is she now." The Voice mused, raising a thoughtful brow. "She is beloved by the gods then? They always answer her calls and long for her to be one of them? To attune to them?" The goddess shrugged. "Her apothecary shop seems to always be filled with such rich herbs, regardless of the season. Even when nothing grows, one can always count on her to have fresh ingredients, mm?" Listening, the goddess nodded. There was a maternal discontent radiating from her, but like all good mothers, she knew she could not fight every battle for her children. 'And there is nothing wrong with that. To go forward sometimes there is death. So it is in the animal kingdom, so it has been with the old gods, so it is now. The next time anyone lays the burdens and responsibilities of my plan on you, ask them if they feel similarly for the horrors of the old gods. Bright as you are Sam, bright as all of you are, you are not me. You do not bear my sins." Running a finger affectionately across his cheek, the Voice smiled adoringly at him.