[ part of sam hadn't even thought he would get a response - the messages have been iffy, if best. the few he has gotten have been corrupted, messy, off. the horizon hasn't been much better, and sam's kind of accepted the fact he's not going to hear anything.
he'd just have to believe, and he would believe, and that was where sam had settled.
which is exactly when the response does arrive, and sam goes from laying back on the couch in his living area to sitting up straight, staring at the wall of his dim-lit room like he could maybe have a better time trying to parse the words. ]
I SWEAR TO GOD, GERALT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT? WHAT'S HAPPENING? YOU'RE NOT GIVING UP I KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING
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he'd just have to believe, and he would believe, and that was where sam had settled.
which is exactly when the response does arrive, and sam goes from laying back on the couch in his living area to sitting up straight, staring at the wall of his dim-lit room like he could maybe have a better time trying to parse the words. ]