He winced at the mention of hindsight, finding it a little too on the nose at the moment, with the bandanna wrapped around Rex's eyes in mute testament to the folly of going out on LongNight. "Isn't that the truth," he agreed with a grimace she couldn't see. It was neither reassurance nor forgiveness of his failings, but a tactful acknowledgement of them that he could appreciate.
Jigano's pale head tilted curiously at her admission, but he nodded slowly. She was one of the 'younger' Ascended, and life had been... hectic of late. Blights and weddings and LongNights, oh my. "I took Sam with me the last time I went. A Loreseeker expedition to learn more of the place before it falls down. The basement is... unstable." He sighed, smoothing out his expression of frustration over the entirety of that debacle. "I'd like to lead a team to see if we can't repair it to some extent... someday. When we aren't infected with mysterious diseases or being threatened by monsters in the dark." He said the last wryly, able to keep the bitterness from his voice now that the blight no longer ate away at his control. Both situations seemed to be caused by the Voice's meddling, in one way or another... and she had made no attempt to help clean up either of her messes
In truth he didn't know Kiada's thoughts on the Spire. They'd never spoken of it, that he could recall. These were his own guesses and suppositions, shared now with Rexanna. It wouldn't be the first time someone had taken his ideas and attributed them to someone else, and there was little he could do about it without seeming even more petty than he already was. He couldn't know that it was happening again, at least, and even if he had he would have been given no time to dwell on it. The sudden quenching of both candles distracted him thoroughly and brought him to his feet.
"...Earlier a glass fell and shattered beside Sam," he admitted, the frown audible in his voice. "There was no reason for it to have done so. I went to check the bodies but they haven't been disturbed. Still...do you think...?" He didn't want to say it out loud. Saying it aloud might make it real. But Rexanna couldn't read his mind and he swallowed back the anxiety that crawled across his scalp and down his spine. "If they've gotten in somehow, you shouldn't be left alone in here," he said quietly, voice low and uneasy.
Jigano's pale head tilted curiously at her admission, but he nodded slowly. She was one of the 'younger' Ascended, and life had been... hectic of late. Blights and weddings and LongNights, oh my. "I took Sam with me the last time I went. A Loreseeker expedition to learn more of the place before it falls down. The basement is... unstable." He sighed, smoothing out his expression of frustration over the entirety of that debacle. "I'd like to lead a team to see if we can't repair it to some extent... someday. When we aren't infected with mysterious diseases or being threatened by monsters in the dark." He said the last wryly, able to keep the bitterness from his voice now that the blight no longer ate away at his control. Both situations seemed to be caused by the Voice's meddling, in one way or another... and she had made no attempt to help clean up either of her messes
In truth he didn't know Kiada's thoughts on the Spire. They'd never spoken of it, that he could recall. These were his own guesses and suppositions, shared now with Rexanna. It wouldn't be the first time someone had taken his ideas and attributed them to someone else, and there was little he could do about it without seeming even more petty than he already was. He couldn't know that it was happening again, at least, and even if he had he would have been given no time to dwell on it. The sudden quenching of both candles distracted him thoroughly and brought him to his feet.
"...Earlier a glass fell and shattered beside Sam," he admitted, the frown audible in his voice. "There was no reason for it to have done so. I went to check the bodies but they haven't been disturbed. Still...do you think...?" He didn't want to say it out loud. Saying it aloud might make it real. But Rexanna couldn't read his mind and he swallowed back the anxiety that crawled across his scalp and down his spine. "If they've gotten in somehow, you shouldn't be left alone in here," he said quietly, voice low and uneasy.
