Sam frowns in thought, crossing his arms across his chest against a shiver that's part from the cold, part from that decidedly disturbing thought.
'Is that even possible?'
Sam's come across all manner of shit in his lifetime, but the things that have been sentient have usually had... bodies. Or at least simulacra of bodies. And you don't think of a tear in time and space as being something that does. Someone has to create a tear, to act upon the fabric of the universe for that to come into being, surely; it couldn't bring itself about.
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Sam frowns in thought, crossing his arms across his chest against a shiver that's part from the cold, part from that decidedly disturbing thought.
'Is that even possible?'
Sam's come across all manner of shit in his lifetime, but the things that have been sentient have usually had... bodies. Or at least simulacra of bodies. And you don't think of a tear in time and space as being something that does. Someone has to create a tear, to act upon the fabric of the universe for that to come into being, surely; it couldn't bring itself about.