Eternal Sunshine

Relieved that she would do the process despite her objections, Sam closed his eyes and just for a second, before she took them, summoned the memory of the night before Ludo had put his curse into play. When Remi had held him, soft and quiet in his room, he had felt safe and warm even though he couldn't really change his temperature. He had been happy, but now it was too bittersweet to save. With a flash of blue it had all gone, and Sam didn't quite know why he was at the Shrine. "...Um, thank you." He said to The Voice, unsure what she'd done to make him happy. Still, he knew what an outstretched wrist meant, and feeding from the Shrine was something he always needed to do. Looking about just once to make sure no one was watching, he leaned forward and bit into her wrist, drinking and wondering what it would be like to bite a human. He couldn't do it, probably, he thought. Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits