Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
"Hm. When you were a kid, was it different at all here?" It had been so long ago, but the Wilds often felt like somewhere untouched by time, pure nature existing on it's own terms and not subject to the passing years.
He still kicked and punted pumpkins while listening to Varus, the action so automatic nowadays that he didn't really have to concentrate on it. Sam couldn't hurt a fly, but he could hurt a gourd. Varus said that he had seen something similar and seemed sad for it, but to Sam it was comforting: it had happened before, and yet it was all still here. There was a future after it. "So...you wanted to give the Ascended a fair chance...by joining yourself? That's quite a high opinion of yourself, isn't it?"
