SAMUEL
Stretch out my life
And pick the seams out
Remi seemed determined to take the worst of everything and make it the truth; Sam especially recognised this because it had once been his approach too, though his had been framed by sadness rather than anger. Make everything into something to despair about, turn it all into a plan against you, justify the hurt inside yourself. A strange kind of way to cope, but one he understood deeply.
If only he knew how to help it - he'd only managed after years of self torment and still dipped into it regularly.
He half-expected the explosion after he'd said something frankly very stupid indeed, though he still stiffened with fear as Remi came close and grabbed him with...tentacles? Sam looked down with wide eyes, never having seen before this particular power. The smile was ice-cold and felt like it was made with the shard that had gone through Remi's heart.
Sam wouldn't give up just yet. That was his crime last time, it was how he had hurt them so irreparably; he had left too soon and too easily, let his weakness win. Determinedly he kept a straight face and looked into Remi's eyes, asking a simple question: "Are you going to hurt me, Remi? Kill me?" He'd promised not to, after his moment of panic at Sam's door during the Blight; Sam hoped this would be the same thing. A moment of panic, soon forgiven and behind them.
If only he knew how to help it - he'd only managed after years of self torment and still dipped into it regularly.
He half-expected the explosion after he'd said something frankly very stupid indeed, though he still stiffened with fear as Remi came close and grabbed him with...tentacles? Sam looked down with wide eyes, never having seen before this particular power. The smile was ice-cold and felt like it was made with the shard that had gone through Remi's heart.
Sam wouldn't give up just yet. That was his crime last time, it was how he had hurt them so irreparably; he had left too soon and too easily, let his weakness win. Determinedly he kept a straight face and looked into Remi's eyes, asking a simple question: "Are you going to hurt me, Remi? Kill me?" He'd promised not to, after his moment of panic at Sam's door during the Blight; Sam hoped this would be the same thing. A moment of panic, soon forgiven and behind them.
take what you like
but close my ears and eyes
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