Shoot the Messenger

To his surprise, Remi seemed to believe his words on face value. Sam thought that perhaps the danger was passed for now; his chest still screamed for the horror he'd seen and the loss of Isla, but at least he wouldn't have to watch Remi run out there; then he heard 'so there's nothing left'. Oh no. There was a good chance, from what he'd seen, that Isla's body would be gone by the time they got out there. But it would also be just his luck that his lie would be easily revealed by Remi finding her body sometime later. He had never been a gifted liar and rather than gracefully fix his error he began to babble. "W-well, I don't know...I r-ran away when I s-saw the second...m-monster and....she might be...or...a p-part of her m...might be out there but she's dead, Remi. It c-could have spat her o-out or something but I sa...I saw her die." Hopefully that was enough to give him plausible deniability if Isla's body showed up later. He let his hands be taken. The wounds did hurt, two big tears in his hands from multiple falls and fragile, cold skin. But they would heal quickly enough, along with the scrapes on the rest of his body. At least his shaking was beginning to calm, just a soft vibration in Remi's hands. "...I...I'll be alright." Samuel This time I might just disappear