they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
There’s a light snort that accompanies the response she gets from Jigano, but she passes it off to give him a slight grin. “I suppose so, but as far as I knew, you hadn’t wielded magic before.” She replies easily, waving a hand to create a small glass vase for the rose he’d offered, setting it inside before glancing over to him with that very same amusement.
But it dissipates as she explains her thoughts, just not necessarily who’s involved, and she finds it agreeable that they were on the same page with it. It’s how she would have done it, it’s how it had been done back home in Halyven, had she been given the chance. Regardless, a small shrug is sent Jigano’s way as she offers him a light smile. “You live and you learn.” She offers. They all did, eventually. Mistakes were made, and you learned how to deal with them. That’s just how it worked in the end.
But it dissipates as she explains her thoughts, just not necessarily who’s involved, and she finds it agreeable that they were on the same page with it. It’s how she would have done it, it’s how it had been done back home in Halyven, had she been given the chance. Regardless, a small shrug is sent Jigano’s way as she offers him a light smile. “You live and you learn.” She offers. They all did, eventually. Mistakes were made, and you learned how to deal with them. That’s just how it worked in the end.
REXANNA
