Let it Rain

"Oh, I see. Could Safrin not just have...told Amalia?" But that was unimportant, really, as long as they had the information at all. "I'm sorry. I get...nervous, about the Old Gods, because they don't really like people like me." As if it wasn't obvious what it meant, Sam tapped his lips with his finger to indicate his fangs within. Jigano immediately jumped to Sam's own defence (was it bad, he wondered, that he never did it for himself, always was the attacker on his own ego) and he smiled. "Well...regardless, it doesn't necessarily have to be very exciting." "Ah. Well...I thought so, but then when I was holding it Remi was able to beat me in an arm wrestle." He paused, unsure if this would come off as a joke; he was aware he was hardly the rowdy arm-wrestling type. "So I think maybe only in the hand I hold it in? Or...only in certain conditions? Or perhaps Remi is just very, very strong." Sam laughed. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child