"Well...th-they talk to me, but only to tell me to leave. Last time I went..." Sam hugged himself, remembering the searing pain. "They sh-shone the sun on me. So it hurt. And they were very angry." He had no idea who the voice he had heard belonged to, but just to be safe he had told himself he would never speak to any of the Old Gods or ever try to again.
Jigano's kind words about courage made him smile, but Sam knew it wasn't quite that simple. He did act when he was scared, but only after a moment of panic and terror where he would try to hide. He looked at people like Jigano who seemed ready to leap into a battle or a conversation whenever it would come and felt incredibly inadequate.
"I don't think A-amalia likes me..." He mumbled. Sam didn't know her well, but she'd always seemed to be anxious around him. He supposed if she was a fan of the Old Gods it made sense she wouldn't care for him. If only he could have told her that he understood, that he hated everything his gift represented too. "I don't...d-don't think the Old Gods are trapped. I just think they're...outside. They're too big and p-powerful in the stories for this to stop them. The ones who are here...must be smaller."
Jigano took note of the cut on his hand, which Sam had been alternating between rubbing on his side and bringing to his mouth. "Oh. Um. I will b-be. It's just a little cut. You see...Remi did something w-wonderful. He is so lovely, Jigano. He has let me...l-let me feel."
Jigano's kind words about courage made him smile, but Sam knew it wasn't quite that simple. He did act when he was scared, but only after a moment of panic and terror where he would try to hide. He looked at people like Jigano who seemed ready to leap into a battle or a conversation whenever it would come and felt incredibly inadequate.
"I don't think A-amalia likes me..." He mumbled. Sam didn't know her well, but she'd always seemed to be anxious around him. He supposed if she was a fan of the Old Gods it made sense she wouldn't care for him. If only he could have told her that he understood, that he hated everything his gift represented too. "I don't...d-don't think the Old Gods are trapped. I just think they're...outside. They're too big and p-powerful in the stories for this to stop them. The ones who are here...must be smaller."
Jigano took note of the cut on his hand, which Sam had been alternating between rubbing on his side and bringing to his mouth. "Oh. Um. I will b-be. It's just a little cut. You see...Remi did something w-wonderful. He is so lovely, Jigano. He has let me...l-let me feel."
