Samuel
Drench a kitchen rag in heretics blood
Sam kept Nate's eyes in the silence, though nervousness did begin to build in his chest even as he determinedly stared. Thankfully, the tension broke and Nate laughed; he let out a huff of relief and smiled himself. Maybe now they could finally have a real conversation about it."...Okay, well...what have you seen? Is there anything that hasn't happened yet?" Now that he was beginning to believe Nate, pleased that he had begun to take the conversation seriously, Sam was realising the potential usefulness (and terrifying foresight) of the gift. "I think you should tell everyone in the family about these, not just Wessex. What if we could all come together to work out the clues?"
Honestly, he was also just quite curious to hear about the visions. Shuffling up to the edge of his seat he leaned forwards, hoping Nate would tell him some details.
Wash your windows and prepare for the flood
