Words, damn words, never quite the way they sounded in his head before they passed his wretched tongue and were spat out. Words that fit together like they where meant to, ripped apart and dribbled out piecemeal in a crooked stream of sounds he somehow didn't know but recognized as his. Intentions and emotions forcefully sifted through some unconscious sieve placed there by whom? Although there was still little specks of Midgård that managed to make it through and even more so in the way he twisted and mangled the words that did came out.
A bear chewing nails compared to the soft silk bard flowed, yet he didn't let that dissuade him from trying to provide provide a satisfying answer. Maybe more for himself than for Jigano. "Last we spoke I was a fool up to his head in what he was too stubborn to understand. Now I understand, as much as I can ever hope to do, and I'm drowning again." Are said, frustration with it all slowly creeping into his voice, but never allowed to fully blossom. Only to say just enough that he knew to shut up.
A moment of silence, then a deep sigh of a man who liked to think he was past making any stupid mistakes unknowingly. "A drowning man thrashes and claws to keep above water. I am slowly learning not to." he said with a voice weaker than before. Leaning on his table both for support and to close the distance a touch. Just enough to keep any eavesdroppers out of the conversation. "I appreciate your words, your guidance, and it's kept in mind, but a pupil does not refuse the master, and a drowning man does not refuse the ocean. Especially not when it speaks to him." Are said and shook his head, eyes wild with a mix of fear and regret. The eyes of a drowning man threw himself overboard willingly, thinking he could swim.
A bear chewing nails compared to the soft silk bard flowed, yet he didn't let that dissuade him from trying to provide provide a satisfying answer. Maybe more for himself than for Jigano. "Last we spoke I was a fool up to his head in what he was too stubborn to understand. Now I understand, as much as I can ever hope to do, and I'm drowning again." Are said, frustration with it all slowly creeping into his voice, but never allowed to fully blossom. Only to say just enough that he knew to shut up.
A moment of silence, then a deep sigh of a man who liked to think he was past making any stupid mistakes unknowingly. "A drowning man thrashes and claws to keep above water. I am slowly learning not to." he said with a voice weaker than before. Leaning on his table both for support and to close the distance a touch. Just enough to keep any eavesdroppers out of the conversation. "I appreciate your words, your guidance, and it's kept in mind, but a pupil does not refuse the master, and a drowning man does not refuse the ocean. Especially not when it speaks to him." Are said and shook his head, eyes wild with a mix of fear and regret. The eyes of a drowning man threw himself overboard willingly, thinking he could swim.
