Sam's eyes darted to the ground at Death's immediate comeback. "Sorry," she grumbled. She barely refrained from smashing her friend's hand into dust. Instead she ended up briefly forming her other hand into a fist. "Didn't mean to offend." She sighed.<br/><br/>Her attention returned to Hatsu. "Yeah, no kidding...We'll have to train harder than ever, if we want a chance," she replied, shuffling a little closer to him. "You still have to live," she added coyly, smiling up at him, even nuzzling against him slightly when Death reprimanded him as well.<br/><br/>Hunters started to reenter the void, until it was only Hatsu and Sam standing outside, holding hands. Sam thought about it a little bit, and she blushed slightly.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œTilt you're head up, just a bit, so you can't see the ground as clearlyâ€”so it will look farther away. Now,â€</span><br/>Sam looked up at Hatsu, then a little higher, until she could barely see the ground. Her fingers left his.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œpretend you can't feel your feet. There's nothing under them and so it's like they don't exist.â€ He looked up at the sky then, â€œWith the wind rushing past you and an endless horizon on all sides, that's exactly what flying feels like. Trust me,â€</span><br/>The redhead's lips twitched into a smile. Her overactive imagination helped with the visualization of flying. She still had a hard time figuring out what flying would actually feel like though. Then Hatsu promised to take her with sometime.<br/><br/>Sam was absolutely beaming. "R-really!?" She lunged forward, wrapping Hatsu in a bone-breaking (not literally) hug. "You're the best, Hatsu! Really! I'm so excited!" She squeezed him tighter for a moment before letting go and taking his hand once more. She stood there with him, hand-in-hand for a little longer.<br/><br/>"C'mon, let's go back," she said, still smiling slightly. She couldn't wait to go flying.