Reaching High

Remi seemed able to sit up and talk at least, even though he didn't really answer Sam's question, so he was at least not critically injured. He watched the other man climb up to lean against the opposite shelf and felt himself oddly disappointed he had not sat closer; ridiculous given well, everything, but Sam still felt the little ache in his chest where once a human heart had beat and hoped. Though any thoughts of Remi being close were momentarily pushed away when the reason for his visit was revealed. Ronin...alive? Perhaps without the context of Remi's friendship Sam did not know as much about the man as he once had, but he still knew death at the Spire was...well. Permanent. His shock showing on his face he frowned and chewed at his lip, considering. "Well. I am not aware of that happening before. I certainly haven't heard of it. But...if your friend, if Ronin, is back. Could you ask him about his experience? Maybe he could come here and tell us about it for the records. Is he...well? Fit?" Sam drew his knees up to his chest, his anxiousness in speaking to Remi still obvious but curiosity taking over. 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