long road out to recovery

It seemed there was to be no reasoning with Jigano. What made it worse was that if he put aside his own feelings for a moment, Sam could understand. If he had been made sick with the Blight, he would probably be the same way; it had been an awful affliction and Jigano was lucky to still be alive. He had every right to be angry at the Voice. But that still didn't mean Sam could just up and leave her at the behest of one friend. He stood slowly, breathed out a tense breath. "Well, Jigano. I suppose it's clear we...aren't going to agree." In some ways, this was a mark of progress. He used to be unable to end arguments without crying or running, begging for forgiveness for fear of punishment. While he still couldn't meet Jigano's eyes, that he was calmly speaking at all was a testament to his growth. "I'm glad you're well. I...hope that, like Ronin, you might be able to talk to me again one day with the Blight not being an issue. He has been most gracious about it." Perhaps that was a little passive aggressive, but there was only so much negativity about his race and his Goddess he could take. "I'll..leave you alone, for the moment. If you want me to do anything for the Guild, let me know, but I may be busy. The Ascended are preparing to look after everyone during Longnight, but I doubt you'll believe me." With that said he began to walk towards the door, arms hugged around himself. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child