On This Night

Samuel And he's smiling like he means it, and he's stretched out on his back And he's telling me now that he loves me, for the fifth or the sixth time, I can't keep track "I'm...n-not sure about the magic. Maybe." He had never tried. Sam considered Remi's magic something otherworldly, amazing. Even others he'd know with magic couldn't do half the things he could, and not with half the flair. He was sure if he tried to make a golden feather or a candle from thin air he'd end up with embarrassment and empty hands. Speaking of the candle...Sam smiled at it with wide eyed delight, not sure why Remi had made it but thrilled to see a display of his skills. But he had little time to comment on it when Remi made it clear he wouldn't -- no, couldn't -- promise a good outcome to his adventures. After a long, quiet moment, Sam nodded. "I...un-understand. I think. But...y-you must tell me. Before you go, and...w-when you come back. Because we...we're..." He stopped himself before he ruined this thing with an incorrect word, but he hoped Remi would understand. Gently, he rested his head on Remi's shoulder. "...Although m-maybe if you can d..defeat the spire de-demon as a lion, you will g-get a lot of ri..riches from the Gods and we c-can live like Kings from a st-story." It was a desperate attempt to make things a little happier, Sam suddenly finding he didn't want to dwell on the likely death of his friends that he probably could not prevent anyway.