"Do you think you're making bad assumptions?" Jigano asked him curiously. The combination of being new to a particularly lethal world and not having many memories of his old one to guide him put Oliver in a particularly vulnerable place. Combined with what seemed to be late-teenage rebellion and resentment towards voices of authority it could be a dangerous cocktail... but luck could offset that. If it was the right kind of luck.
He listened to what Oliver had to say of Ludo thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side as the younger man spoke. When he finished the bard hummed to himself for a moment, considering his reply. "The only memories I'm aware of that it's taken are Remi's," he said slowly. "And those weren't taken on a whim. It was a punishment, specifically, for Remi doing something that cost Ludo dearly. It caused a lot of pain initially... but because of it, Remi was able to find and fall in love with his current husband." He shrugged lightly. "I don't mean to belittle the difficulties Remi went through because of it; it caused a lot problems for him. But it is not something the masked god does lightly or without provocation. I've found Safrin to be far more touchy and likely to punish because of a wrong word or a stray thought," he added with a faint grimace of remembered agony for the torture she had inflicted on him so recently.
"Who has been telling you such terrible things about Ludo?" Jigano asked gently, holding back his concern at the lies that were being spread about the spirit guide. Gods of death were usually painted in such unflattering lights by those who feared the end of their mortal coil, but it wounded the bard to hear such slander against a god he couldn't help but feel protective of after learning its history. "None of the gods will simply give a mage such a gift. Not like they would an Accepted, as Sunjata used to be. Any of them would welcome such as him, I think, as would the Voice. But for an Abandoned? There will be a price no matter who you ask."
He listened to what Oliver had to say of Ludo thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side as the younger man spoke. When he finished the bard hummed to himself for a moment, considering his reply. "The only memories I'm aware of that it's taken are Remi's," he said slowly. "And those weren't taken on a whim. It was a punishment, specifically, for Remi doing something that cost Ludo dearly. It caused a lot of pain initially... but because of it, Remi was able to find and fall in love with his current husband." He shrugged lightly. "I don't mean to belittle the difficulties Remi went through because of it; it caused a lot problems for him. But it is not something the masked god does lightly or without provocation. I've found Safrin to be far more touchy and likely to punish because of a wrong word or a stray thought," he added with a faint grimace of remembered agony for the torture she had inflicted on him so recently.
"Who has been telling you such terrible things about Ludo?" Jigano asked gently, holding back his concern at the lies that were being spread about the spirit guide. Gods of death were usually painted in such unflattering lights by those who feared the end of their mortal coil, but it wounded the bard to hear such slander against a god he couldn't help but feel protective of after learning its history. "None of the gods will simply give a mage such a gift. Not like they would an Accepted, as Sunjata used to be. Any of them would welcome such as him, I think, as would the Voice. But for an Abandoned? There will be a price no matter who you ask."
