To find forgiveness in the weeds
"Things don't...have to be complicated." Sam replied, though it seemed Osozo came to that conclusion on their own quickly enough. He was beginning to feel a little easier around this new stranger, though they certainly were odd; as they confirmed they were indeed the first (but not the last) he nodded wordlessly and studied their face, thoughts unknowable even to himself. "..I see. That is...remarkable, really. You are...remarkable."
Asked why he didn't mind his own name, as if it were something he should mind, Sam frowned, pondered being offended for a moment, but dropped it: it was clear Osozo meant no harm. "It's just always been my name. I've never thought too much about it. My name is Samuel Wordsworth and I suppose it always will be." Certainly didn't seem like getting married was in his future any time soon, with his luck.
The way Osozo said their name made him laugh, something about the absurd buzzing making the whole thing seem bizarre. "I suppose it does. So..um...Osozo, have you got a job to do? Did the Voice make you...for something?"
