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[center][b]Helston, unknown time ago[/b][/center]
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Samuel did not know how long or how far he had wandered the world from that wretched facility in which he had been captive, but it was all over now and he was home. His mother nearly had a heart attack when she saw him suddenly standing in the kitchen doorway as he used to before his disappearance, or shall one say death. She dropped the dishes onto the floor, which shattered in a thousand pieces, and then embraced her son tightly, never intending to let go. Samuel’s mother required a good hour to grasp the fact that her long lost son was sitting at her kitchen table, speaking with her. She cried herself dry, an utmost painful sensation.

“I can’t believe that you’re here, Sammy,” she said and poured the tea in his cup, “I have to get in touch with your sister somehow and tell her that you’re okay.”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know. She simply left one night, shortly after your funeral.”
“My funeral? What did you put in the casket?” Samuel said and took a sip of his beverage.
“Oh, everyone put a little something in there, items of value to your memory.”
“What did you and dad put in there?”
“That picture we took when the lot of you came back from Conoley Falls, do you remember that?”
“Yeah, I do,” Samuel said and chuckled.
“I was so angry with you, we all were.”
“So, why did you put that in my casket?”
“To remind myself that being angry at the ones you love is a dangerous and pointless thing, as you never know when they will be taken away from you.”
“What about dad?”
“That wooden knife he made for you.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember that.”
“I’ve never seen your father as heartbroken as he was that day.”
“Where is he, anyway?”
“He’s in Eldred, an auction for field equipment.”
Samuel was silent for a moment, looking at the field outside the window. The farm was beautiful, a plethora of memories washed over him. Then he spoke again.
“Was Olivia at the funeral?”
“Yes, she was. All of your old friends were.”
“Did she put anything in the casket?”
“Yes, she did. They all did.”
“Did you see what it was?”
“No, Olivia had it wrapped in a napkin. You really did a number on her with your passing, Sammy. I don’t know if you plan on seeing her again, but you have to be careful. She is extremely fragile when it comes to you.”
“I don’t know… there’s something that I’ve got to do, and I’m not sure if she’ll understand, so it’s probably best if I don’t see her.”
“Oh, it sounds important, what is it?”
 “It’s something that will make things better for all of us,” Samuel said and stood up and kissed his mother on her forehead, “Anyway, I think I’ll get some sleep, thanks for the tea, mother.”

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[center][b]Meeting with Samuel[/b][/center]
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Olivia slowly backed away from the man who bore the shell of someone she had once loved dearly, but no longer carried within what she had fallen in love with. He was a changed man, and what was left of the Samuel that they had known as children either could not or did not care to return. Olivia was devastated, covering her mouth and nose with diamond shaped hands, trying her best to hold back a plethora of tears, but she could not. The salty water drops were cascading down her cheeks, as Kimberly gently placed a hand on Olivia’s shoulder to stop her backward pace on the catwalk. The dark haired girl positioned herself slightly behind her furry friend as he spoke to Samuel.

Samuel looked to Kimberly and spoke: “How would you understand anything in regards to reality, Kimberly?” 
Olivia carefully whispered to Kimberly: “Don’t speak with him, Kim. That thing isn’t Sam.” 
Samuel continued, somehow, omnisciently able to hear every word that was spoken: “You’re not wrong, Olivia, but then again, you’re not right either.”
“Just answer his question!” Olivia shouted.
Samuel’s facial expression became stiff.
“We are all slaves to a faulty ruler. Whenever anyone or anything attempts to topple him, the universe and all realities therein reset and begin anew. It’s an endless repetition and many have to suffer for it, including you and me, even if you’re not aware of it. Phyrexia, the calamity that brought the kami to extinction, is real and perhaps the only chance of ceasing this torment. However, there is always a price to freedom, and this time there are no kami to take the hit,” Samuel said.
“And what does that mean? Who takes the hit this time?” Olivia asked.
Samuel remained silent, his eyes and gaze speaking for him.
"What, humanity?! So, you’re going to bring another calamity upon the world and kill everyone because of some fictional prophecy that has gotten to your head?! Are you insane?!” Olivia shouted.
“I’m doing this for us, my love,” Samuel said.
“I’m having a difficult time believing that, Sam.”
Samuel suddenly burst into a momentary loud, rage that instantly died down.
“Believe whatever you want! It doesn’t change the fact that this prison for your mind and soul is doing exactly what it was intended for,” Samuel said and paused for a moment before continuing, “You think you know so much, my dear Olivia, yet you know nothing. I’m not going to destroy Atlas, I’m going to make it my vessel with which I will sail the cosmos and bring an end to that wretched being that dares call himself our father.”