Samuel didn't entirely know what he was sensing, or feeling, and it was so faint. Like a small breath, chased by this sense that he knew the other. Even if he couldn't detect him fully, which for Samuel he felt had more to do with all the evil in the air more than Luke's ability to hide his presence. But Samuel wouldn't know that, either, and he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or what. Nothing really ever made sense down here, not beyond the inexorable fact that the demons were so utterly determined to make him Fall. Due to his heightened senses of smell, touch, and hearing, he could hear the wisps of cloth as they dragged on the floor. He bit his lip, gray eyes sightless as they tried to chase the sounds. However, those sounds echoed through the tall tower-like room, empty but for his own body.<br/><br/>Then came that touch, and he gasped at the cool sensation of fingers brushing his cheek. It was the gentlest sensation he had felt in the entirety of his stay down here. Sam eyes brimmed with tears again and he leaned into the touch, his body sagging in his chains. His arms were wrapped in them, along with his wings and legs. He was so familiar with the ache, though they were bound so tight he couldn't quite feel his hands or feet. He wasn't sure if he could even walk anymore because of how much damage had been dealt to him and how long it had been since he stood on his own two feet. He was naked, exposed, raw.<br/><br/>"Please...please help me," he whimpered. Though deep down he felt that that wasn't going to happen. Perhaps they had sent another to torment him in a new and unfathomable way.