He had seen some of Zariah's magic back when Remi had tested the barrier, and he nodded sober agreement with Rexanna's assessment of its strength. Her smile coaxed one from him as well, but it faded as her words left him looking at her in puzzlement. "Both sides of what, though? I thought the Abandoned of this world were called such because some of them merged their magic and technology in order to Ascend and challenge the Old Gods?" ...Which might put Rexanna on the path to becoming another New God, much like the Voice, he realized with a start. 108's information had been vague on that point, but he had no reason to think it was inaccurate. Still, Rex was an inherently kind woman, and he wanted to trust in that side of her.
Wanted to, but her answer to his question struck him like a blow. To fight, she said, while the sharp fangs that were the Voice's gift glittered in her mouth like tiny daggers whose only purpose was to draw blood.
She had become a weapon rather than pawn, but the same hand that moved the chess piece could wield the sword. Both were tools to be used by others. She had simply shifted herself from Zariah's hand to the Voice's, and Jigano's heart ached with fear for his friend, even as he forced himself to nod solemnly. "Yes... I suppose there is," he agreed quietly, thinking of the war that had led to the Voice being imprisoned for three hundred years, and supposedly all the Ascended with her. And perhaps the Abandoned as well? Either way, Rexanna's words brought no comfort.
"Is Bastien prepared to fight as well?" he asked instead, trying to imagine the bombastic artist flinging himself into a fight of more than words and paint.
Wanted to, but her answer to his question struck him like a blow. To fight, she said, while the sharp fangs that were the Voice's gift glittered in her mouth like tiny daggers whose only purpose was to draw blood.
She had become a weapon rather than pawn, but the same hand that moved the chess piece could wield the sword. Both were tools to be used by others. She had simply shifted herself from Zariah's hand to the Voice's, and Jigano's heart ached with fear for his friend, even as he forced himself to nod solemnly. "Yes... I suppose there is," he agreed quietly, thinking of the war that had led to the Voice being imprisoned for three hundred years, and supposedly all the Ascended with her. And perhaps the Abandoned as well? Either way, Rexanna's words brought no comfort.
"Is Bastien prepared to fight as well?" he asked instead, trying to imagine the bombastic artist flinging himself into a fight of more than words and paint.
