Milo. The name stirred something in his mind, distant and far away, but there was so much torment and pain and corruption weighing every part of him down that it hurt to think. "I...I feel like I should know you." Though if it was just a one-time meet and greet Samuel wouldn't likely be able to remember him through touch. Still, it would be nice to 'see' someone for once, through sculpting their face in his mind with his hands. "I...I never thought He abandoned me," he whispered. "I just...I just thought I wasn't good enough anymore to be rescued. I'm just a guardian angel." Even though he remembered Michael, he had no idea what he was deep down under everything he'd endured.<br/><br/>"Where...where is Luke? Is he alright? I...I feel like he's done so much for me and I haven't been able to thank him." When Milo poured holy water over his hands and helped wash the grime off them, he winced. His skin was so sensitive and the holy water hurt. Black gunk boiled on his skin, like burns sloughing off his skin. But then Milo encouraged him to rest. It just prompted more tears. "I'm afraid," he confessed. "Every time I fall asleep I wake up to pain. I don't even know if I can walk."<br/><br/>But when Milo helped him into a pew, it was the most comfortable thing he could ever remember lying on. Exhaustion immediately pulled him under. He was still covered in blood and dirt, dried semen and all other sorts of disgusting filth, but Milo was right. He needed rest.