History has its eyes on you

Sam was surprised by how gently Wessex took the book from him, having come to expect her to rip it from his hands and kick him in the stomach at the same time (perhaps he had a slightly over-active imagination when it came to how people could hurt him). "I suppose we could take it to The Voice, but..." He trailed off, belatedly realising that suggesting The Voice may not be able to read the text either could likely be close to blasphemy for someone who actually valued their Ascension. "...Well, yes. We could take it to the shrine. I don't think she would mind us asking her for help." He turned to Maea. He knew that as an Abandoned she would likely not be welcomed by The Voice. "You don't...have to come, Maea, if you don't want." He said this with a gentle smile, making it clear it was meant to be a kindness and not a dismissal. Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness