Tale as Old as Time

Sam huffed out a little quiet laugh. He'd made the poetry books so long ago now it felt like they had been penned by someone else entirely. They had been good first projects, small and often short. "I've actually been considering remaking those. Now that I'm more experienced...well, sometimes I look at my old binding and I'm horrified." It was probably a good thing, he liked to think, that he was so improved he could see his old errors. "I hope I can help Loren feel a little better. He's had a hard time recently." He mused, though he wasn't really that confident about his potential success with Loren's mood. The man seemed to carry the weight of hundreds of years on his back and a couple of nights together was not enough to lift it away - even Sam, with his romantic inclinations, knew that. Jigano was right that the Halo landscape was deadly, though Sam rarely thought of it that way, not having come across much danger in the mountains yet except Amalia, and well, she was no Ursur. "Reminds you...in a good way?" He asked, looking out to the mountains. While he couldn't feel it's bite he was well aware of the cold too; turned to look over the city to think of somewhere they could go. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child