He had never been much of an artist, but since no one else in the guild really was either Jigano had begun forcing himself to practice more and more. The lines that came together in his journal were still rough, but the shape that was emerging was recognizable, and his anatomy was improving with each attempt.
It was in taking a break to look over at Isuma that his attention was drawn to the quiet presence that had come to loom nearby, the General looking unexpectedly as if he belonged in this place of bright sun and sudden storms, blue waves and dark depths. Jigano set a marker in the journal and closed the pages gently so as not to smudge them, then gave the General a nod and a weak smile of greeting. They weren't meeting for any happy reason, and it was hard to pretend otherwise as Isuma peeped a sleepy greeting from her place in Ludo's shade.
"Hello, Deimos. Thank you for coming." He hesitated a moment, then sighed as he deflated a little, deciding that directness would be more appreciated than small talk that wouldn't change what they were here for. "I didn't know Peter well," he admitted. "But... Adam and Coffee were friends. I'd like to make a small statue of Coffee to sit beside Ludo's shrine, overlooking the ocean. I think... I think Adam would have loved it here, if he could have pried Peter away from Halo and the Launceleyns." He looked up at Deimos soberly. "Do you have an idea of something that we could do for Peter, too? It seems... fitting. Right. That they should have a memorial together. And... I would like to hear what happened, from someone who was actually there," he finished quietly, tired of rumors and gossip and accusations based on suppositions. "Why did they die, as much as how."
It was in taking a break to look over at Isuma that his attention was drawn to the quiet presence that had come to loom nearby, the General looking unexpectedly as if he belonged in this place of bright sun and sudden storms, blue waves and dark depths. Jigano set a marker in the journal and closed the pages gently so as not to smudge them, then gave the General a nod and a weak smile of greeting. They weren't meeting for any happy reason, and it was hard to pretend otherwise as Isuma peeped a sleepy greeting from her place in Ludo's shade.
"Hello, Deimos. Thank you for coming." He hesitated a moment, then sighed as he deflated a little, deciding that directness would be more appreciated than small talk that wouldn't change what they were here for. "I didn't know Peter well," he admitted. "But... Adam and Coffee were friends. I'd like to make a small statue of Coffee to sit beside Ludo's shrine, overlooking the ocean. I think... I think Adam would have loved it here, if he could have pried Peter away from Halo and the Launceleyns." He looked up at Deimos soberly. "Do you have an idea of something that we could do for Peter, too? It seems... fitting. Right. That they should have a memorial together. And... I would like to hear what happened, from someone who was actually there," he finished quietly, tired of rumors and gossip and accusations based on suppositions. "Why did they die, as much as how."
