Rotten Nostalgia

SAMUEL STRETCH OUT MY LIFE & PICK THE SEAMS OUT Sam saw the way Evie stopped and smiled to himself, ridiculously pleased at the effect he'd managed to create with his words. It was a fantasy, something he'd only ever done in his dreams before, but getting to say things back to his family was just the rush he'd expected. Even Evie's comment on his age rolled off his shoulders with minimal effort. "Well...it's h-hard to grow up at a normal p-pace when you're h-hit and yelled at and made in-into an Ascended ag-against your will, then thrown out." From Sam's point of view Evie had no perception of what it was like to be so badly treated as he had been. He had no knowledge of her magic, her secrets, had only seen his side of the story where he had been hurt badly and she had never spoken up. "While my s-sister just let it happen." He added, his voice full of an uncharacteristically sharp vitriol. "So...c-considering all that. I'm proud of m-myself. And so are my f...f..friends. And Remi." take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.