the Voice
"Because as much as pain can make one over cautious, pleasure can make one reckless," the Voice explains, drawing her hand back once she is convinced he is rejuvinated. "It is also a great motivator. What better way to encourage the interfacing with others than to make it pleasurable? Of course, it is not perfect." As Nate would well know, the sluggishness that came from drinking blood. "But that is yet another reminder as to why you shouldn't overindulge." It makes perfect, logical sense.
She sighs, glancing over him and tilting her head. "I cannot undo what has been done, bright one, no more than one of the old gods could change you from being an Abandoned." A long-winded way of saying tough, but that was the truth of it. As for Sam's patch, she shimmers in a crackle of static. "An experiment to ease the anguish of a child," she says. "Samuel has come far since then. It may be time for him to give up his weakness and return to the fold on equal footing with his brothers and sisters."
She sighs, glancing over him and tilting her head. "I cannot undo what has been done, bright one, no more than one of the old gods could change you from being an Abandoned." A long-winded way of saying tough, but that was the truth of it. As for Sam's patch, she shimmers in a crackle of static. "An experiment to ease the anguish of a child," she says. "Samuel has come far since then. It may be time for him to give up his weakness and return to the fold on equal footing with his brothers and sisters."
