Tale as Old as Time

"Oh! Yes, I've been recording the oral histories too." Sam reached in his bag to pull out his notebook, held it out towards Jigano to show the line after line of careful words, hastily written as stories were told. "So far a lot of it is particular to Halo, so our books in the Atheneum aren't hugely relevant...but there's some things about before the barrier that might be worth looking into." Sam was not aware that Deimos ran the artisans guild; possibly because he had been trying to avoid all mention or reminder of Remi for some time now. "He does? I'dve thought he'd be too busy with the barracks. An accomplished man, then, it seems." And...maybe his brother in law, soon? That was too bizarre to think about. Jigano was right, but it was hard to avoid discussing the Voice sometimes when she was such a huge part of his life; from how he survived week to week to his goals, his ever-long life...it all tied back to her. "I just meant my mother and father and Evie, when I was a child." He clarified. "That never felt like what people said family was. You know, warm and loving." Sam was about to say more but at that moment their order arrived at the table and he was cut off; when he had a mug in front of him he reached out to cup it in his hands, enjoying the heat without the bite of burning pain. "..Maybe one day, Evie, Amalia and I could achieve it." Of course, he felt he already had that with his Ascended family (at least with some of them), but he felt it best not to mention that in front of Jigano. 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