intention erased

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Deimos confirmed the glove would continue to work and a soft smile spread on Sam's face; he had sacrificed something large, but had at least gained more back in return than he had been expecting. The glove in some ways was more than just a useful tool as well: the power of an Abandoned on the hand of an Ascended, done as retribution for a sacrifice made for all...it was a good symbol of the unity he wanted to see between all the races. Finally looking up from his new hand he met Deimos' eyes then looked to the jar of fluid, which was far from full. "You...need more than that, I suppose." He said with a quiet, uncomfortable laugh. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.