ship in a bottle

SAMUEL

Do you remember what you said to me?
'Cause we lost track of time

While once he would have taken comfort from the kind of words Edwyn was offering, Sam now found them empty, his experiences having told him that they weren't true. "Unfortunately, I think there's too many people that will never believe we belong, and I don't think fighting with them is going to change their minds. We're fighting...to decide who wins, not to convince anybody." It was uncomfortable even if it was correct and he sighed, fidgeting where he sat and picking at some moss on the wall; he'd often thought how inevitable it felt that he'd see this all come to a war some day.

It also seemed inevitable he'd die to it, but he tried to believe that was just paranoia.

At least Edwyn's books was a much nicer topic, especially as it turned out he wrote things that it sounded like Sam would very much want to read. He was about to reassure him that it was no trouble at all when Edwyn worried after his reputation, and it was all Sam could do to laugh, the sound coming out harsher than he meant it to due to the sudden amusement. "Sorry. I just-- my reputation has never been worse. I doubt your books, even if they were awful, would lower it."

Yeah, we lost track of time
You always let me down so tenderly