Let it Rain

Jigano's words on Remi were wise, sensible. Sam nodded to them, took them to heart, not knowing that in a couple of nights time he would toss them away in the midst of a sudden and powerful panic attack, that the seed of dysfunction planted in him as a child would bloom in the worst possible ways and rid him of the common sense Jigano gave him. "...Thank you. I hope he will." He said softly, for the time meaning and believing it. He finished his tea, placed down the mug and smiled at Jigano's promise to return. "I think probably more Outlanders than Naturals will leave to explore...after all, they don't have the connection to the town the Naturals do, I suppose." Would his family leave? Secretly he hoped they would, but he knew in reality they wouldn't; the Wordsworths had always been deeply proud of their town and traditional, would be disgusted by the attempts to take down the barrier. "This last year has been...truly bizarre. It feels like every event that should have happened in the last ten years has happened in one." He was coming up on a decade since he had been kicked out from his home, made his own way; most of the years between then and now were compromised of silence and isolation, days melting into each other. "Do you...still miss your home? Or have you grown used to it, here?" He knew he had once been chastised for asking a personal question of Jigano, but he said it in as gentle tones as he could, more a query of concern than curiosity. 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