Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam stared into Remi's eyes as his face was cupped, not even thinking of the similarities to a kiss in the moment. Remi was more an anchor than a man to him in the absolute panic he had become wrapped up in; he reached up to grab Remi's hand with his own. "I don't...think that matters anymore." He replied cryptically, quietly, his face hopeless.
The question were at least something to think of other than his own crushing ineptitude. "I don't know who it was. I thought I recognised the voice for a moment but.." He sighed. "I don't think I actually did. She said something about..me asking the Voice to make peace with the Old Gods. But I can't do that, Remi. She'd never listen to me anyway."
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
