The Voice listens to Sam's concerns, her face a kind mask of understanding. "This is the way of democracy...of deciding things as a group. I had hoped that when you grew closer to the rest of our family, you would also grow to respect their decisions. It is no secret that you have always worried about this choice, but is it not time to accept that yours is not the only voice here? That what you want is not what everyone else does?" Reaching forward to softly place a hand on his cheek, the Voice sighs sadly. "Your father never gave you the chance to speak up and be heard...and because of that, I think you now find it hard to go along with the wishes of your new family, because of how unfair things used to be for you."
Pausing, the Voice tilts her head slightly as she considers Sam's question. "This task...it has been over a year coming, and only now you're asking whether you should have some kind of weapon?" Independence had once been something Sam had wanted so badly—and likely still wanted—and yet he seemed to still need reassurance and validation over things he surely knew the answers to. "Fire, Sam." The Voice reminds him patiently. "Fire, just like you."
Pausing, the Voice tilts her head slightly as she considers Sam's question. "This task...it has been over a year coming, and only now you're asking whether you should have some kind of weapon?" Independence had once been something Sam had wanted so badly—and likely still wanted—and yet he seemed to still need reassurance and validation over things he surely knew the answers to. "Fire, Sam." The Voice reminds him patiently. "Fire, just like you."
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