Sam wasn’t a huge fan of the Fates. These ambiguous trio of goddesses who’d thrown him into one ginormous mess after another since he’d become an Argonaut. Sam particularly didn’t like them for saddling him with the back-breaking responsibility of a great prophecy. The one that foretold the rise of the Gigantes and the ending of the world, which the Fates, through their handmaiden Farsight, claimed only Sam could prevent. “If the Healing Hand gathers the blessed to face the World and finish the Quest… Champions might rise to answer the call or to fear and pain mankind shall fall…”
“Being chosen by the Fates isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” he reasoned.