not so hot on why

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Once again a prayer to the Voice was interrupted by a spirit of unknown origin and Sam physically recoiled away from the shrine, feeling very uncomfortable indeed by the sudden appearance of something unknown in what was usually a familiar space. Why was his mother not showing herself? Was she really that disappointed in him? Thrown off balance as he was, he automatically replied. "I don't...I don't know who you are, to care about you." Sam replied, ignoring the first comment about the Voice: he'd thought it himself often enough. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.