( If Sam is supposed to be offended, he's not. His lived reality for the last ten years is one of purposeful isolation - a hermit. And life as a porter doesn't leave room for much socialize with others anyway. Most others pair up, enduring the grind and weight of it with someone else to keep them sane, to stop the dying world around them from bringing them down and succumbing to the madness of it.
But Sam doesn't. Hasn't bothered with anything like that. His social skills were one of the first things to go - not that he had much to begin with. )
Something like that, I guess.
( Not the word he'd go to first but whatever, it fits. )
I don't spend time around the people still left back home. I prefer to be alone.
( It's what he deserves after Lucy, the void out that had destroyed a whole city because of him. )
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But Sam doesn't. Hasn't bothered with anything like that. His social skills were one of the first things to go - not that he had much to begin with. )
Something like that, I guess.
( Not the word he'd go to first but whatever, it fits. )
I don't spend time around the people still left back home. I prefer to be alone.
( It's what he deserves after Lucy, the void out that had destroyed a whole city because of him. )