Make It All Better

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — His mothers words made him feel a little ashamed. "You're...right. I just...I don't want anyone to get hurt, mother. I don't want to be hurt though, either." With a sigh he hugged his arms and sank down a little, wondering if The Voice could see how gentle his spirit, his ambitions were, compared to a lot of the family; for a long time that had been mistaken for weakness, but now he knew it was something else. To stay empathetic after all that had happened had to be a sign of strength. "Perhaps...I.." He paused, chewing his lip and looking off, unsure if it was wise to voice this idea. "I have been wondering...can you bring people..well, I suppose, back from the dead? If you brought Aoife back, Remi would both be very grateful I'm sure and Remi would have to like the Ascended then, right? One of the Portal Guardians being helped so greatly by us might really change things." Perhaps it was all a bit macabre, not to mention very naive, but Sam had dreamt about being able to lead Remi's daughter back to him (fuck Ronin tho), see the relieved smile on his face, know he'd helped. Turn back the clock. "I'd get..or do anything I could for it." The idea of someone that had never seen an Ascended...it was a fresh start, one Sam rather liked. "I will do my absolute best to give them the true impression of you." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.