Sam watched the girls eyes for a moment, seeing a look of guilt wash over them but then disappear just as quick. He understood. She didn't care if she died. She wanted
to die, because she was guilty of something. Sam lowered his bow slowly, watching her carefully, his baby blue eyes showing no emotion, as well as his face. "I'm not here to hurt you" He muttered, looking at the bow and cautiously strapping his own to his back. He held his hands up, showing that he meant no harm.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4