Osozo
"Not yet, at least." Perhaps one day, they'd walk beneath the waves as easily as they did on land, as easily as they traversed anywhere in perfect, tireless bodies. Perhaps it's something they will mention, when they next go to speak with the Voice. Once their initial exploration of the world is complete.
Sam's relief seems to tinge the entire conversation, Osozo's hand coming up to stroke at their mouth while they think, while they absorb this new information. The other ascended's words wash over them, adding on to what they know already. When Sam reveals that he would have died though, the Demi-god's eyes rise to his face again, glowing the same vibrant blue the Voice prefers.
"I am glad you've come to some of your senses. That you've come back to us." The words are bright, sincere. "If you need help regaining your old standing, I will be pleased to help you." The words are followed by a brief pause, Osozo considering something before they lean in. "What was it like to be without?"
Sam's relief seems to tinge the entire conversation, Osozo's hand coming up to stroke at their mouth while they think, while they absorb this new information. The other ascended's words wash over them, adding on to what they know already. When Sam reveals that he would have died though, the Demi-god's eyes rise to his face again, glowing the same vibrant blue the Voice prefers.
"I am glad you've come to some of your senses. That you've come back to us." The words are bright, sincere. "If you need help regaining your old standing, I will be pleased to help you." The words are followed by a brief pause, Osozo considering something before they lean in. "What was it like to be without?"
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