"Thank you all for being here," Sampson says.
The Dining Hall falls quiet. Even though he called this meeting, no one really expected Sampson to do much of the talking, let alone lead the discussion. After our short conversation following the funeral yesterday, the Fychu retreated back into his non-communicative state, listening while others spoke and offering little to the conversation. Even Reid seems shocked. No one thought Sampson would be up for this, and the sight of him standing while the rest of us sit around the table is enough to have everyone's attention.
I've only caught a little of what's been going on. Like the Fychu, I've closed myself off to everything that doesn't have to do with losing Clarence. Or finding out about this baby. The Three Worlds still exist somewhere outside of all that, but I haven't been forced to acknowledge it. Not until now.