Tale as Old as Time

"Mhm...Maybe one day we'll find a way to send messages across worlds, even if people can't return home." Sam wasn't sure if The Voice would allow that, but he could see some determined Outlanders finding a way to do it eventually. The description of the lantern Jigano would make for him possibly should have made Sam feel rather morbid, but he just felt touched that it would be so thought out and personal. Smiling he looked up at Jigano pleased, holding his cup close. "That's...very sweet. I've never...I never thought anyone would make me a lantern if I died." Not that he'd have a chance to come back from Mort's realm, but, well...the tradition was still nice. "If...I had to make one for you, I might leave it quite simple but...greens, whites, a rising sun on one side and a moon on the other...and maybe a pen and a small sword on the edges? Perhaps Isuma on the top." He'd never been an artist but he hoped Jigano might still like the concept. "He does." Sam agreed with a sigh. "I don't know how to let him know he can trust me properly. I..I don't know if I'm just going too far too quickly again. I'm trying so hard to stay back, to let him do what he needs to. But I just...I so quickly fall for people and want to just do anything for them. It's not healthy, is it?" He laughed uncomfortably. 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