Jigano was in no shape to go running off after monsters or villains. He was a healer, a bard; a diplomat at the best of times and an instigator at the worst, but when he let his temper get the better of him and resorted to violence? It always ended poorly.
And yet, he couldn't stop himself.
Safrin had told him he was no hero, merely a mortal, nothing special, and yet there was that in him that craved it, that wanted to be one of those who saved and protected - not just quietly, on the sidelines, but in a way that would be remembered. It was selfish and egotistical, yes, but he had never claimed he was perfect. He had just wanted to be someone like Amalia, like Ronin...
But tragedy could do terribly things to a man. The crack of an explosion at the Sanctuary brought him running, wondering what the next nightmare would be. The last thing he'd expected to see was the Fallen Star continuing to fall, and Jigano drew in a breath as others ahead of him yelled at Ronin to stop.
The bard said nothing, for once. He only flung himself in front of his friends, arms outstretched in pleading defense of the Temple behind him. "Ronin," he begged, "please, what's wrong?"
Jigano shows up and tries to put himself between Ronin and the Temple, begging for an explanation.
And yet, he couldn't stop himself.
Safrin had told him he was no hero, merely a mortal, nothing special, and yet there was that in him that craved it, that wanted to be one of those who saved and protected - not just quietly, on the sidelines, but in a way that would be remembered. It was selfish and egotistical, yes, but he had never claimed he was perfect. He had just wanted to be someone like Amalia, like Ronin...
But tragedy could do terribly things to a man. The crack of an explosion at the Sanctuary brought him running, wondering what the next nightmare would be. The last thing he'd expected to see was the Fallen Star continuing to fall, and Jigano drew in a breath as others ahead of him yelled at Ronin to stop.
The bard said nothing, for once. He only flung himself in front of his friends, arms outstretched in pleading defense of the Temple behind him. "Ronin," he begged, "please, what's wrong?"
Jigano shows up and tries to put himself between Ronin and the Temple, begging for an explanation.
