Samuel
Sam had spent many hours chastising himself similar to how Juniper wanted to, and just as many hating himself for leaving the Voice in the first place. To be Ascended and have a conscience was to always be in conflict, trapped but wanting to be fair, seeing 'both sides' but too tied to one of them to ever move anyway. He shifted uncomfortably as she spoke and said nothing else on it, just shook his head when she asked about a reversal.
At the very least, this trial, if it ever happened, sounded like it wouldn't be a complete witch hunt. "Thank you. Do...either the Warden or the Governor know much about what happened?" Sam had no idea how involved either of them were with the Grounds' history; Sunjata at least he could hope would see his side, given his Ascended spouse.
He felt they were beginning to get somewhere, then Juniper's question, phrased as it was, came out into the scene; Sam cringed and looked down at the floor, shrugged helplessly. "She...said it would open up the world to us, I think. It was so long ago it's hard to remember the exact words. She told us the Mathair wasn't special for the reasons the Fae thought it was, so...I didn't know what it meant, or what was in it..." His hands moved in his lap for a moment as if trying to conjure up the right words from thin air. "I don't have any good answers for you, really. I don't want you to think my trying to explain is excuses."
At the very least, this trial, if it ever happened, sounded like it wouldn't be a complete witch hunt. "Thank you. Do...either the Warden or the Governor know much about what happened?" Sam had no idea how involved either of them were with the Grounds' history; Sunjata at least he could hope would see his side, given his Ascended spouse.
He felt they were beginning to get somewhere, then Juniper's question, phrased as it was, came out into the scene; Sam cringed and looked down at the floor, shrugged helplessly. "She...said it would open up the world to us, I think. It was so long ago it's hard to remember the exact words. She told us the Mathair wasn't special for the reasons the Fae thought it was, so...I didn't know what it meant, or what was in it..." His hands moved in his lap for a moment as if trying to conjure up the right words from thin air. "I don't have any good answers for you, really. I don't want you to think my trying to explain is excuses."
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
