Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
doolf gib taerg a em thguorb uoY
Sam frowned, deeply confused: why were so many people denying what was obviously true, even those that weren't Ascended? In fact, the Ascended had been the ones that knew they were sick, even when it was meant to be impossible. The others seemed hard to convince, somehow determined that they could never fall ill. "Why wouldn't you think you were sick...? A lot of people are, and you're not Ascended, and you're acting weird like everyone else...and I think I am too, but it's hard to tell."
Then Oliver asked about a cure though, which meant he probably did believe he was sick...Sam held a hand to his head, struggling to get through this with the fog in his mind. "No, she doesn't have a cure. She um...she..." He paused, rubbed his eyes and tried to remember his conversation with the Voice, which was rapidly slipping away. "She said...she'd work on something, I think. I don't know...I hope she finds one before the Old Gods, because the Old Gods probably won't let us have it."
Not something he'd normally say in front of a non-Ascended, but he had less boundaries than usual at the moment. "Safrin won't help you."
Then Oliver asked about a cure though, which meant he probably did believe he was sick...Sam held a hand to his head, struggling to get through this with the fog in his mind. "No, she doesn't have a cure. She um...she..." He paused, rubbed his eyes and tried to remember his conversation with the Voice, which was rapidly slipping away. "She said...she'd work on something, I think. I don't know...I hope she finds one before the Old Gods, because the Old Gods probably won't let us have it."
Not something he'd normally say in front of a non-Ascended, but he had less boundaries than usual at the moment. "Safrin won't help you."
tfil a em evag uoy dnA
tfig a tahw ,erac oT
