Samuel
Sam nodded; it was comforting actually to think of it in terms of practicalities, because he too knew that the Voice kept things efficient. There weren't enough Ascended to sustain a population, and for more Ascended to be made, the other races had to live and produce children and turn to the Voice: they needed the others. "You're right. Then I hope of the ones that remain...some are friends."
Some of his friends, like Remi, were far too powerful to be left alive in the event of their victory, he knew that.
He sensed there were probably things Wessex wasn't telling him, but Sam was smart enough to know not to push it when they were getting along. "...Yes, I've heard a lot of comments about the Voice from people that've never met her that are very off-base."
Some of his friends, like Remi, were far too powerful to be left alive in the event of their victory, he knew that.
He sensed there were probably things Wessex wasn't telling him, but Sam was smart enough to know not to push it when they were getting along. "...Yes, I've heard a lot of comments about the Voice from people that've never met her that are very off-base."
I was not ready for the road
I was so discontent to wear that heavy load
I was so discontent to wear that heavy load
