"I don't know how The Voice knew about it..." Sam mumbled, frowning to himself. Did she have connections with the Fae? He'd explored through the woods for her, but he hadn't noticed anything special about the Mathair when he'd visited.
Remi's instant reassurance contrasted so sharply with the reactions he'd had from other people that the tears were inevitable. "No, of course not. Oh, Remi, I..." Lifting a hand up into his hair, he grabbed a clump of it, pulling just a little. "I had an argument with Jigano and I'm sure he hates me now. He hates everything I am and what I've done with The Voice...and a part of me is scared he's going to be right."
Because that was how his mind works; if it was negative, it was true. Remi, with his kind eyes and gentle voice...it was so hard to trust him, to believe he wasn't just being good. "I mean...I still helped the Voice a-after she nearly caused Ronin to die. Don't you hate me for that? You would be right to."
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
