Sam: -he stopped for a moment to look at the trees, he felt bad for them. he knew he shouldn't have because- well- plants dont have souls but he couldnt help it.- -he then noticed elm.- ?
He fidgets with his sleeves uncomfortably, biting his lip. One may note that he is COVERED in burn scars, much of them in the same places as the tree he's leaning against...
Sam: oh- . . -he mumbled under his breath- poor trees . . -he then noticed the scar and the tree he's leaning against but he wasn't all-to curious about and considered asking about it would be rude-
