I will refrain & be the song [SEASONAL EVENT]

Sam wondered if the appropriateness of his name had always been so obvious to everyone except him; Jigano had commented on it too. He wondered if it was worth making a bigger deal of it on his stall. Imagining Remi as a weapon maker was hard. The other man seemed so gentle, so careful. But while Sam didn't understand that, he understood bad fathers more than most people. Emphatically, he nodded along with Remi's tale of his childhood. "I think your occupation is much more worthwhile than...sc-scamming people. Like that." "Me? Oh. Well..." Sam cringed, looking off to the fire, which was not lit at the moment. "I wanted t-to be. But my parents didn't like it. They wanted me to be more...um...present. Was the word they used. Like my sister. She liked going out-outside and playing and...all of that. I wanted to stay in with books." He motioned behind himself to the several large piles of books behind his chair. "I met a book seller. As a teenager. He...showed me all of it. It's his stall, really, but he...he died, so..." A stifled, sad quiet took over for just a second before Sam pushed it out. "So can you turn things into g-gold? That's meant to be a part of alchemy, right?" Samuel The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark;