Sam put on her straight face when Jen said that she'd been in Curdon Cay for eight years. [i]Lucky moron...[/i] Sam ended up biting her lip, trying to hold in her anger. [i]I wish I had only eight years. By my math my time would be about fifteen years.[/i] Sam said nothing until Scorn spoke, asking whether or not she wanted to split up. Sam thought about it for a moment. "I really don't have anywhere else to be. So we could go to the HQ if you want... also, would you mind if I slept there while I'm in town? I don't really have anywhere else to crash except on a rooftop..."
At least with Scorn she didn't have to worry about being belittled. Sam liked not having to pretend that she was afraid of her powers, but she was afraid of it too. If Sam messed up then people died. If she wasn't careful about her own power use, then she'd become a monster. She'd heard that norms were monsters too, but she'd never known that other Conduits were afraid of her too. If she managed to strike a Conduit with a Blood Spike or some of her transformed blood, then it was over for them. She hated that look in their eyes as they realized that they'd lost.
If these Syndicate guys were masked, then maybe she wouldn't see that look any of their faces. Sam was certain she couldn't stand it if she could see it, anyway. Regardless if they were trying to kill her only moments before. [i]Ugh. Why do these things always have to be so complex?[/i]