Milo had further sowed the seed of doubt in Sam's mind. Yes, he was more drawn to Milo, because he was pure, and Luke was not. For all Luke's kindness, Sam couldn't help but feel a sense of falseness. And he wasn't blind to Luke's emptiness. He could feel it like, well, the itch he got whenever Luke was around. Samuel leaned into Luke's caress. He was drawn to Luke, too, like the Fallen was some missing part of himself. He didn't know that Luke was the product of Asmodeus's attempts at making him Fall. Instead of Sam himself Falling, his arch angel abilities had manifested this creature.<br/><br/>But such things weren't yet known. Instead, Sam was just trying to understand everything. He frowned when Milo left, believing it would just be a moment. He turned towards Luke. "Help me up, please?" he couldn't walk on his own. Sam's legs were both splinted, and he often used crutches, but Luke was usually there to be his crutch, really. He wanted to go 'outside', to the false garden. But worry bit at him. Where was Milo? Sam was outside now, and it had definitely been longer than a moment. "Luke, where is Milo?" he asked gently, touching Luke, which he knew the fallen enjoyed.