It's not fair. It's not fair how much he likes this brother or the way things is going with the Psiioniic, or even the fact that Signless is out of reach. It's not fair that he would stick by all three and happily so.
Sam's a human. Humans don't feel this sort of things like trolls do. The Psiioniic can't and wouldn't and motherfucking shouldn't. The Signless deserves so much better-- no matter how he pities the whole world, it doesn't seem right doing the same. It already doesn't feel right because he killed him. He just wants to not think about it. He just wants the comfort Sam gives easy and to pretend it's just as easy back.
Sam starts speaking and he just closes his eyes, just lets the tale be told. It makes him smile a little more. He almost feels like he can know the brother, through things like this. Get a little proper picture of how he'd be kicking back in shangri-la. He imagines him with shades and one of them big fuzzy nut drinks with the umbrella straws as was like on Capitol messaging pictorials.
"BET MINE ARE COLDER," He says, knowing full damn well they will be. Especially compared to him. Brightbloods, all humans, bright as his Signless. Warm enough he sometimes wonder at how they ain't burn. Right now he just saps the heat off Sam and he ain't even sorry.
"Never went out to the deserts so much. TOO MANY DEAD GETTING THEIR WALK ON. Shores was cold sometimes but never like this. ONLY SAW THIS THING AS YOU CALL SNOW HERE. So beautiful." He shivers despite himself and laughs a little for it. "CAN DRAW ON THE WINDOWS, YOU KNOW? Pictures stay on even later. TILL THE AVOXES COME. And then in the morning it sparkles like a billion bitty little crystals." He asks, "YOU EVER HAVE SNOW AND ICE WHERE AT YOU WAS FROM?"
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Sam's a human. Humans don't feel this sort of things like trolls do. The Psiioniic can't and wouldn't and motherfucking shouldn't. The Signless deserves so much better-- no matter how he pities the whole world, it doesn't seem right doing the same. It already doesn't feel right because he killed him. He just wants to not think about it. He just wants the comfort Sam gives easy and to pretend it's just as easy back.
Sam starts speaking and he just closes his eyes, just lets the tale be told. It makes him smile a little more. He almost feels like he can know the brother, through things like this. Get a little proper picture of how he'd be kicking back in shangri-la. He imagines him with shades and one of them big fuzzy nut drinks with the umbrella straws as was like on Capitol messaging pictorials.
"BET MINE ARE COLDER," He says, knowing full damn well they will be. Especially compared to him. Brightbloods, all humans, bright as his Signless. Warm enough he sometimes wonder at how they ain't burn. Right now he just saps the heat off Sam and he ain't even sorry.
"Never went out to the deserts so much. TOO MANY DEAD GETTING THEIR WALK ON. Shores was cold sometimes but never like this. ONLY SAW THIS THING AS YOU CALL SNOW HERE. So beautiful." He shivers despite himself and laughs a little for it. "CAN DRAW ON THE WINDOWS, YOU KNOW? Pictures stay on even later. TILL THE AVOXES COME. And then in the morning it sparkles like a billion bitty little crystals." He asks, "YOU EVER HAVE SNOW AND ICE WHERE AT YOU WAS FROM?"