Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Remi was still touching him, but now it had changed in a way that took Sam a moment to recognise. As soon as he realised it was pity, that Remi didn't want him anymore but instead desired to comfort him...he shrugged away, kneeling up and reaching to put his shirt back on, suddenly feeling horrendously naked. "No. I ju--just have to live my life like this. Unfeeling and cold and r-rejected and--" He stood up, stepping away from the wall and pointedly not looking back. In his mind, he knew none of it was Remi's fault, but this whole situation had just been a perfect crystallisation of the issue of his Ascended nature and it was hard to not feel spurned. He took a deep breath and stared at the large wall of snow covering the cave mouth. Leaving sounded wonderful, the idea of being home with a book and a chance to pretend this had never happened too delightful to not try for. Reaching a hand up to try and dig his way through some of it, figuring he wouldn't feel the cold anyway, he spoke with a purposeful detachment. "....We should get out. Maybe...m-maybe if we can make a large enough hole you could fl...fly out? You can do that?" Realising something, he paused. "...I suppose I could too. When I...drink...I'm meant to get your abilities. H-how do you turn into a bird? Is it hard?"