Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
doolf gib taerg a em thguorb uoY
Sam had long ago accepted that he was going to die (even if he did sometimes let his anxiety override that) and at the moment, in his fuzzy and delirious world, it really was the least of his concerns. "Mhm. Probably." He said calmly as he nodded, watching blankly as Oliver walked forward a few feet. "...Okay."
He shook his head, getting tired of this interrogation (this was the third time in as many days he'd argued with someone just as sick as he was about whether or not they were actually ill). "The Voice. She's not evil. She's very nice, and she knew something was wrong. If you think I'm working with Golems..." Sam shrugged, his usual filters obviously gone as he plainly said: "...Then you're an idiot. That's not how they work."
He shook his head, getting tired of this interrogation (this was the third time in as many days he'd argued with someone just as sick as he was about whether or not they were actually ill). "The Voice. She's not evil. She's very nice, and she knew something was wrong. If you think I'm working with Golems..." Sam shrugged, his usual filters obviously gone as he plainly said: "...Then you're an idiot. That's not how they work."
tfil a em evag uoy dnA
tfig a tahw ,erac oT
