The struggling gets Sam nowhere except held tighter, the hand on his hair unyielding, paralyzing his mechanical form. "Why do you keep fighting it, Samuel? You are my son. Everything you hate about me? It lives on in you. Embrace it, Sam. Realize your potential. Take the things you are owed. Stop being such a sniveling child and be a man."
With this last hissed word the pressure that holds Sam dissipates, an the Ascended will find himself free to move. Should he turn around he will see nothing except a brief electric crackle in the air, gone before he can blink.
With this last hissed word the pressure that holds Sam dissipates, an the Ascended will find himself free to move. Should he turn around he will see nothing except a brief electric crackle in the air, gone before he can blink.
