Samuel
How can you say that your truth is better than ours?
Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms
Find Sam, protect the families. He frowned, staring right at her: families, plural? Did she have more than one? Sam's paranoid, fevered mind immediately concocted the possibility that all the Ascended had made a new group without him, had simply decided he was no longer a part of their family except when it was convenient. "What's the other family? How do I get in?" He asked desperately, fear of Wessex momentarily put aside in the need for being included.
He was surprised with how delighted Wessex seemed to be with being on the list, but then immediately frowned as Sunjata's name came up. "No. Sunjata isn't Ascended. ...Is he? No. No, Nate drinks his blood." Tapping his chin, Sam looked down at the ground and tried to concentrate. "I have me, and you, because it seems like you're sick...and Amun, and Neron..."
He was surprised with how delighted Wessex seemed to be with being on the list, but then immediately frowned as Sunjata's name came up. "No. Sunjata isn't Ascended. ...Is he? No. No, Nate drinks his blood." Tapping his chin, Sam looked down at the ground and tried to concentrate. "I have me, and you, because it seems like you're sick...and Amun, and Neron..."
The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home
If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won
