Jigano kept a brow from raising only from iron self-control when he heard that Sam disassociated 'often.' It was unsettling to hear, not least from someone he had just come to for help and the intention of trusting his back to. What would he do if Sam disassociated tomorrow and precipitated a conflict with a hasty act of violence? But it was too late to go back now. Perhaps it was something they could discuss later - but not too much later. It seemed to cause his friend great distress, understandably so, and if a solution could be found to stop it from happening and give Sam control back, it would be worth pursuing. "If the Old Gods are to believed, there may yet be terrible consequences from releasing the Voice and Core upon the world once more," Jigano said softly. But that was a worry for another day, now. That Zariah, a woman with whom Jigano had interacted only briefly and found to be quite rude, had no problem killing people was no surprise to the bard. A sociopath, perhaps? He wouldn't be surprised...
"Good night, Sam," Jigano said, clasping his friend's shoulder briefly before heading back out into the night once more.
"Good night, Sam," Jigano said, clasping his friend's shoulder briefly before heading back out into the night once more.
