[SE] With the hate of some other man's beliefs

Sam found that in the moonlight the colours of the Rainbow Road took on a different kind of quality. Rather than their usual loud hues in the sun, there was a kind of muted beauty to them here, one if he was a man more tempted to metaphor he could liken to his own self as opposed to who had been with the Voice. He wasn't that poetic though and was mostly sat on a rock watching the Hels. He'd heard the rumours, that if one landed on you you could walk on water: while it wasn't the most fantastical thing he'd ever heard or seen, he thought he might struggle to believe it enough to take the first step out into the ocean. This line of thought lead him to wonder if the Voice had taken his ability to stay underwater too: he supposed he didn't breathe still, so probably not, but... ..He was beginning to learn that there were far more downsides than expected to this. With a sigh he curled up further on the rock, tucking his knees in beneath his chin, feeling especially morose when compared to the screeching of the Hels, who didn't seem to have any respect for the late hour. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child