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SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — The smile Remi gave him felt like a proud one, and Sam wanted to feel it's glow forever. Perhaps the things he were learning were concepts he should have known years prior, but given where he had come from it had been hard to see them until he was free. To find pride in the eyes of his friend was a sign of progress, one that made his heart swell. "I hear babies like warm milk. Maybe you should try it with Ronin too." He laughed, sitting up but not standing, looking into the woods. "I think I might stay here for a little then continue my walk. It is a good place to think. Goodbye Remi, and...thank you." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.