Let it Rain

Jigano's understanding, easy acceptance of everyone's individual abilities...Sam thought it made him a good leader, but also considered it optimistic, perhaps foolishly so. Maybe it was his paranoid brain making up hostility that wasn't there, but he knew he was disliked from his fellow Ascended and from those who worshipped the Old Gods, that as tensions at the Spire grew that divide may well grow larger. Perhaps, he considered selfishly, it was good the Outlanders and Naturals had the fight instead. So the focus was taken off those following The Voice. "Oh..um. Remi doesn't really like...touching me, anymore." Sam admitted softly, quietly, going to hug himself and bring his knees up. "He seemed hesitant about touching my hand, so I don't think he'd pick me up. Maybe I can try that with someone else." He flicked his eyes up to Jigano, though he doubted the other man would be able to lift him with or without the cube. "I suppose if it is so heavy to everyone but me, it could be a good weapon. Not that I have many people to fight." 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