Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
"Maybe...I suppose I might have stayed not a child but...I ascended at 17. The Voice allowed me to grow a little while longer, I suppose because I was so miserable at the time. I wonder if someone very old Ascended, if she might be able to help make them younger?" Now he was just rambling, but it was possibly a question to ask their Goddess when he went to ask clarifying questions for his book - Sam made a note on some scrap paper of it.Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
He nodded to Wessex's ideas about the weaknesses to include in the book. "Yes, good idea. I've noticed...over time, the sun bothers me less. It still hurts if it's direct enough, but...I feel stronger now, during the day." It had been freeing, to be able to go outside in sociable hours again.
The question caught him off guard, if only because he had not doubted The Voice in quite a while now. Sam shook his head, though went on to explain further: "I do not...agree with everything The Voice does, but...I trust that she is planning what is best for all of us, that she cares deeply for us - that she loves me. I love her, and would fight to any cost, if I had to, for her plan. So...no, I don't doubt her." It was not complete fanaticism, but Sam had more faith in the Voice now than he ever had.
Or make each moment new
