SAMUEL
Stretch out my life
And pick the seams out
Sam laughed a little awkwardly at Remi's comment, a reminder of the patch in his arm (and why it had been crafted) not something he'd expected within the first ten minutes of their 'new' friendship, but he didn't mind too much: it was good that Remi was able to joke about it, he supposed. Though his response was more serious, coming from something he'd been considering for a while: "I'm trying not to solve my problems by running to The Voice anymore, if I can help it."
The scent of blood was indeed on the air and Sam did his best to ignore how it made him feel just the slightest bit hungry; it had been a week or so since his last feed and he'd need to return soon. Remi's answer to the question was more than enough distraction from the hunger though, Sam staring and looking him up and down to try and see if Remi looked any different now. "...Your--oh. Your soul...um."
After a moments thought about it though, he supposed it could be argued he'd given his own soul to the Voice: after all, he would not go to Mort's realm after death. Expression softening, he looked out over the sea again and nodded. "...I see. You...seem to have quite the tumultuous relationship with Ludo. I've still never met it...and I suppose I likely never will. What does it having your soul...mean, for you?"
The scent of blood was indeed on the air and Sam did his best to ignore how it made him feel just the slightest bit hungry; it had been a week or so since his last feed and he'd need to return soon. Remi's answer to the question was more than enough distraction from the hunger though, Sam staring and looking him up and down to try and see if Remi looked any different now. "...Your--oh. Your soul...um."
After a moments thought about it though, he supposed it could be argued he'd given his own soul to the Voice: after all, he would not go to Mort's realm after death. Expression softening, he looked out over the sea again and nodded. "...I see. You...seem to have quite the tumultuous relationship with Ludo. I've still never met it...and I suppose I likely never will. What does it having your soul...mean, for you?"
take what you like
but close my ears and eyes
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