I'm still undone, not quite young
Safrin wasn't saying anything to Sam he didn't already know: honestly, he'd expected her to cast him out, so that she was giving him an answer at all was an improvement. Still, it was depressing to hear the bad news he'd known was coming spoken back to him and he nodded with a sigh, glancing between the Goddess and Amalia as they looked to each other.
"Maybe...if..." He had one last idea. "You d-don't make me unAscen-Ascend, but...is there a wa-way you could help me survive with-without the Voice? Without..fl..fluid? Something else you c..co..could give me?" The Old Gods had to be able to give him some kind of energy to live on, didn't they? They seemed so all-powerful in the stories and legends he'd been told as a child.
"Maybe...if..." He had one last idea. "You d-don't make me unAscen-Ascend, but...is there a wa-way you could help me survive with-without the Voice? Without..fl..fluid? Something else you c..co..could give me?" The Old Gods had to be able to give him some kind of energy to live on, didn't they? They seemed so all-powerful in the stories and legends he'd been told as a child.
Cross my heart, now I hope to die
SAM
