Same Old Routine (Closed)

[escapednothlit]

Elfangor could sympathize. He could understand very well with Sam's anger and hatred for the Yeerks. There were plenty of personal and impersonal reasons he had to want every single Yeerk dead. He's even dealt with showing mercy to Yeerks making things worse. However

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[demonbloodsam]

"That's me," Sam answered from where he sat on his bed, his legs propped up with his dad's journal splayed out in front of him. He'd spent the last few hours writing in it, jotting down seemingly random things with a pen he'd had brought to him from one of the Precinct's offices.

[escapednothlit]

< I am Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul. > Elfangor introduced himself. < I have heard that you are on a hunger strike, because you are against the Yeerk living? ?

[demonbloodsam]

"Wow, news travels fast on this bucket," he answered, only glancing up from the journal pages for a moment. "I figured it take at least another week."

[escapednothlit]

< I have been granted the title of Lieutenant. You were mentioned in the latest command staff meeting. > Elfangor explained, not quite sure if Sam was being sarcastic or not. < I am here to convince you why starving yourself is not the best course of action. >