Count Your Blessings

Sam considered the question. Maybe strong wasn't the right word, but the other Ascended all seemed to have something he didn't. A kind of confidence and bravery that made them bigger, more important than he, more worthwhile of the life the Voice could give. "...I'm not...I-I don't like using the strength. Or anything else. It reminds me that I'm...d-different." He looked down at his hands, hands which he knew were much stronger than he let them be, bunched them into fists. "...The...the other Ascended aren't as...m-messed up. Broken. As me. They can speak prop-properly and they have families and can f-fight." He closed his eyes and breathed out a heavy sigh at the touch of her fingertips to his temples, enjoying the warmth despite how much he wished he wasn't here. "...W..what is your..goal? If everyone c-can't be Ascended, are you going to...hurt them, e-eventually?" This was a bolder question than he realised, but Sam was just wondering out loud, horrified by a vision of Remi and his other non-Ascended friends being smited. SAMUEL Another little digit on my lifespan, what a bore And what once was fresh and green Now marches in the ranks of the obscene This whole transfiguration thing is such a chore