We was such an optimistic word, one that Jigano had arrived believing in - or at least, not actively fighting against. For Amalia, for Ludo, for Rory... he had to be better. Had to fight back against the creeping, seeping darkness that was staining his soul, and pretend that everything was fine. Each of them knew better, of course, but others, ones who didn't know him so well, he had some hope of fooling.
'Had' being the appropriate past tense as bitter despair, ignited by what he had touched in Remi's mind, erupted past his last defenses. The laughter, if the sound could be called that, barked a final time at Loren's weak rebuttal. "On the contrary, there's no greater kindness," he managed as laughter faded to a grin without humor. "Just ask Remi, when you find him. I will look forward to hearing how that goes. Leave some Healing for yourself, scholar. You're going to need it."
Isuma looked between the two men, curling down into a little white ball of miserable fluff at Jigano's meanness, and the petty jabs he made at the summoner who had just created a miracle. The bard merely waved as Loren left, the Oasis a little colder after the Spark Bird's brief appearance, but it was a mocking gesture rather than a true farewell.
There was snow on the wind, coming soon, and for some within the Hollowed Grounds it couldn't arrive soon enough.
'Had' being the appropriate past tense as bitter despair, ignited by what he had touched in Remi's mind, erupted past his last defenses. The laughter, if the sound could be called that, barked a final time at Loren's weak rebuttal. "On the contrary, there's no greater kindness," he managed as laughter faded to a grin without humor. "Just ask Remi, when you find him. I will look forward to hearing how that goes. Leave some Healing for yourself, scholar. You're going to need it."
Isuma looked between the two men, curling down into a little white ball of miserable fluff at Jigano's meanness, and the petty jabs he made at the summoner who had just created a miracle. The bard merely waved as Loren left, the Oasis a little colder after the Spark Bird's brief appearance, but it was a mocking gesture rather than a true farewell.
There was snow on the wind, coming soon, and for some within the Hollowed Grounds it couldn't arrive soon enough.
