et tu, Samuel?

Samuel Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? "I spoke my opinion. I did not at any point hold anyone down and make them swear to not come." Sam's voice gave into a frustrated sigh at the end as he found himself honestly getting rather fed up with The Voice, something he'd never felt before. "If just me speaking was enough to force everyone to do what I said, maybe I had a point." Her condescending words which at one point would have had him grovelling for mercy just disappointed him: where was the Goddess he could always turn to for support and a decent conversation? He supposed she'd been missing for a while, since he'd never had any kind of justification for the people they had killed. "...I'm thinking for myself lately...And speaking for myself, for the first time in my life. ..Maybe that means I don't agree with everything you say or do anymore. ...Are you going to punish me?" The last question was quiet, a sort of final test. If she said yes, then it was proof to him that she could not take a challenge, that she demanded the sort of sycophantic love from her followers that she was accused of.