Samuel
Drench a kitchen rag in heretics blood
"Are we? I don't know, I'd like to think enough people on either side are intelligent and caring enough...I mean...it's been a while since I've seen him, but I don't think Remi wants to kill anyone because they're Ascended. I'm sure there's others that would be willing to talk. I mean, you're married to someone that has connections to the Old Gods!" Sam pointed out, pointing at Nate, proud of the point he'd just thought of. "How do you and Sunjata settle God differences between you?"Mia squeaked as she tumbled back into Nate's arms, but seemed happy enough to wiggle into his chest and idly bat at his arm as he spoke. Sam leaned back as Nate reached out his extra arm to poke, then when the words came, he looked rather offended.
"Oh, you think this suits me?" He asked, becoming invisible, starting with the top of his head then disappearing downwards, until nothing was before Nate. "Thanks."
Wash your windows and prepare for the flood
