[ The mention of Jess sends a cold kill up and down his spine. He never says her name out loud, no one does. No one who knows her, no one he wants to share her with. It's like a sacred word only to be uttered in reverence, not by the devil. But more than that, it brings back the tangible reminder that her death was his fault. If she hadn't met him, she'd still be around, gracing the world with her love and insight. Someone more deserving than him could have basked in her radiance, someone...
A part of Sam will always love Jessica. That's something he can't reconcile and honestly? He doesn't want to.
But does Sam want to know? He imagines grief is what drove Nick to it, perhaps simply not caring what happens after that...or perhaps its much more simple than that; revenge. It's a palpable driving force that has moved Sam many miles in the past. He's in no place to judge.
Sam hesitates for a moment, rubbing the sores on his neck. ]
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A part of Sam will always love Jessica. That's something he can't reconcile and honestly? He doesn't want to.
But does Sam want to know? He imagines grief is what drove Nick to it, perhaps simply not caring what happens after that...or perhaps its much more simple than that; revenge. It's a palpable driving force that has moved Sam many miles in the past. He's in no place to judge.
Sam hesitates for a moment, rubbing the sores on his neck. ]
Yeah. I do.