"Then they don't know what they're missing out on," the bard reassured his friend with a quirked smile. "And you didn't want to waste your time on them, anyways." Sam was a good person, even if he was overly trusting and misguided in his religion, Jigano thought. Still, there were far worse flaws to have than a good heart and an earnest scholar's ways, and Sam at least had good intentions, even if they often disagreed on what the results of those intentions would eventually be - when it came to the Voice.
"A Fae might be unlikely," he admitted wryly, "though not impossible. You can't guarantee that someone won't cheat on you, though. All you can do is hope that it works out in the end. Demigods... I don't know what to expect, to be honest. They seem to have their own rules, bent and reshaped by the gods they come from." He shrugged lightly. "All we can do is watch and take notes on the ones we know so we have a record to compare whatever the future brings to what's come before. We certainly seem to be heading into the most exciting period of history since the great war three hundred years ago." For better or, more likely, for worse - for all of them. Mortals never prospered when the gods went to war, not in any history he'd ever read of his own world.
"A Fae might be unlikely," he admitted wryly, "though not impossible. You can't guarantee that someone won't cheat on you, though. All you can do is hope that it works out in the end. Demigods... I don't know what to expect, to be honest. They seem to have their own rules, bent and reshaped by the gods they come from." He shrugged lightly. "All we can do is watch and take notes on the ones we know so we have a record to compare whatever the future brings to what's come before. We certainly seem to be heading into the most exciting period of history since the great war three hundred years ago." For better or, more likely, for worse - for all of them. Mortals never prospered when the gods went to war, not in any history he'd ever read of his own world.
