Your eyes! Jigano croaked in happy surprise at the clear stare that greeted him, hopping with unintended comic delight upon his perch. Remi, congratulations! He had thought that Arduinna's curse would remain with the alchemist until a suitable price could be found to buy back his sight...
And perhaps Arduinna's sacrifice had been what freed the young man, however unintentionally. The thought sobered the bird, and Remi's tone did too. Jigano bobbed his head in a nod at the mention of preparations, for they all were doing their best and praying - or at least hoping, in the case of those less pious - that it would be enough. Of course, given that Remi was going to be hosting no few people, Jigano could only imagine how much more stress the alchemist was under.
I am... better, the bird said cautiously tilting his head to the side. There was far less black crawling through the blue of his eyes then there had been, at least, and only the faintest of tremors in his talons. Or at least, getting there. I wanted to talk to you, but time... He trailed off, for Remi had just said what had happened to their time, lost in the frenzy of preparations (and, at least on Jigano's end, reparations). He launched himself from the pell, flying closer to land on a post nearer to the manticore. I... only remember flashes from when the blight was at its worst. Moments, when I was pricked by thorns and given a short time of lucidity. Hours, when Rory said I was lost for weeks... He shook his head, feathers ruffled against the pain and haunted ache of those lost memories. But I remember you were there, at the Spire, with Amalia and Kiada. I... wanted to apologize. I know whatever I did was probably... violent. He had tasted Ianto's blood on his teeth and pinned poor Bastien. He was only glad that he remembered no blood on Amalia's plush fur from that day. I just hope I didn't hurt you, that day or any other. For a keeper of lore, one who had protected his memories no matter how painful at all costs the lost days were a greater nightmare than almost anyone else could imagine.
But Remi could. Jigano knew that, and hoped the alchemist would understand.
And perhaps Arduinna's sacrifice had been what freed the young man, however unintentionally. The thought sobered the bird, and Remi's tone did too. Jigano bobbed his head in a nod at the mention of preparations, for they all were doing their best and praying - or at least hoping, in the case of those less pious - that it would be enough. Of course, given that Remi was going to be hosting no few people, Jigano could only imagine how much more stress the alchemist was under.
I am... better, the bird said cautiously tilting his head to the side. There was far less black crawling through the blue of his eyes then there had been, at least, and only the faintest of tremors in his talons. Or at least, getting there. I wanted to talk to you, but time... He trailed off, for Remi had just said what had happened to their time, lost in the frenzy of preparations (and, at least on Jigano's end, reparations). He launched himself from the pell, flying closer to land on a post nearer to the manticore. I... only remember flashes from when the blight was at its worst. Moments, when I was pricked by thorns and given a short time of lucidity. Hours, when Rory said I was lost for weeks... He shook his head, feathers ruffled against the pain and haunted ache of those lost memories. But I remember you were there, at the Spire, with Amalia and Kiada. I... wanted to apologize. I know whatever I did was probably... violent. He had tasted Ianto's blood on his teeth and pinned poor Bastien. He was only glad that he remembered no blood on Amalia's plush fur from that day. I just hope I didn't hurt you, that day or any other. For a keeper of lore, one who had protected his memories no matter how painful at all costs the lost days were a greater nightmare than almost anyone else could imagine.
But Remi could. Jigano knew that, and hoped the alchemist would understand.
