Samuel
I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
To find forgiveness in the weeds
The more the Prince whined and squeezed itself, released yet more stinks and disgusting fluids, the more Sam found himself beginning to grow very frustrated. The anger was likely more fuelled by his fear, that this could be him, that it might be him, that if he had been made in the past, it would have been.
"What if I could cure you?!" He asked, loud and clearly irritated now, making the claim with no real thought to it's truth.
