Desperado

"Well Jigano is misguided if I am being polite, and plain wrong if I'm being myself," Vervain said simply, shrugging her shoulders. "My parents were manipulative and selfish. A lot of the men and women I travelled with were varying degrees of both. I like to think I have become a dab hand at spotting the worst in people, awful as it may sound. But I see none of that in you, Remi." She shook her head, her voice soft and self-assured as she watched the flames dance and crackle, though her gaze flicked to Remi as he rested his forehead on his knees. His cheeky grin earned one right back, Vai shifting to sneak an arm around him to hug him. "You haven't grabbed this kettle, yet, so you must be doing a half decent job," she remarked. Vervain wanted to say that just because one person didn't think of you the way you thought yourself, it didn't make it true. That the fault might well lie with Jigano's perceptions of things, but before she could voice any of it, he began to speak about the man in the cave again. Vai heard the tale with a soft frown, and as he finished she shook her head. "I wouldn't say you were either. You saw a man hurting and you thought you could ease his pain, ironic as that statement might be. You took precautions and you took yourself out of the equation when your part was done..." vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe