I'm still undone, not quite young
Loren was asking some difficult questions for Sam's level of mental capability at the moment; he frowned, trying to think it over and remember what the Voice had actually said. Eventually he shook his head, unable to quite recall, and said in quite an exasperated tone: "It doesn't matter exactly what she said. We're both clearly sick. That's that."
The assessment of Sunjata was certainly harsh, but since Sam didn't know him that well, he couldn't confirm or deny it's veracity. He shrugged, wondering if Sunjata knew Loren had such a low opinion of him.
He watched Loren stroke Astra and remembered, suddenly, that he had a companion, probably lonely at home. Sam tried to stand up, immediately determined to get to Torchline, but instead just managed to stumble forwards a little. "I don't know about...Lucy. But I heard Phoebe and Sunjata were...fake...married, or something? It doesn't sound like it was very good. I don't know."
The assessment of Sunjata was certainly harsh, but since Sam didn't know him that well, he couldn't confirm or deny it's veracity. He shrugged, wondering if Sunjata knew Loren had such a low opinion of him.
He watched Loren stroke Astra and remembered, suddenly, that he had a companion, probably lonely at home. Sam tried to stand up, immediately determined to get to Torchline, but instead just managed to stumble forwards a little. "I don't know about...Lucy. But I heard Phoebe and Sunjata were...fake...married, or something? It doesn't sound like it was very good. I don't know."
Cross my heart, now I hope to die
SAM
