S A M U E L
"It-It's not medical." This was not a topic Sam broached with anyone, much less strangers, but Isla asked and he found himself speaking before he'd thought about it. "My family did not like me. They think I'm too...soft. A-and quiet. They wanted a strong man...like my father. But being Ascended d-didn't do it. It just made me more..." He vaguely gestured to himself as if it would be clear what was wrong with him.
His name was something that was much easier to talk about. "Oh! I'm Samuel. Wordsworth. I sell books at the settlement. And..." He rubbed the back of his neck, knowing of the possibility of drinking from people but never having done so.
"We can drink from people but...we can also get our fluids from the Gods. Wh..which is what I do. Because I don't want to--" Talk to anyone "--Hurt anybody. There are some Ascended who d-drink though. So watch out." He wasn't sure what he was warning her for; it wasn't as if there were Ascended prowling the streets for blood at night.
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
