Make It All Better

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "Oh...that sounds horrible." Sam frowned down at the floor as he imagined it - he'd never met Mort of course, had only heard things second hand..and what The Voice said was true. He'd only ever heard suspiciously good news. This did bring him to one last question he'd had for a while. "Do you think...it might be worth me trying to go to the Old Gods shrine in the temple, just once? To see if they would talk to me..if they'd be willing to try and find some common ground? I don't...I don't know, I just...I think it'd be nice if we could find some peace. After all, my sister..." He trailed off, assuming The Voice knew about Amalia and the void between them. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.