Jigano raised a brow at Remi's own phrasing but let the younger man proceed at his own pace, without trying to rush him. He smoothed his expression and glanced to his book, skimming the legend under the sparkbird illustration while his companion gathered his thoughts. The bard looked up again as the young... alchemist, Isla had called him? - started speaking again, but the first words out of his mouth grabbed the lorekeeper's attention and held him fast. He let himself frown, not at all liking that the gods were impersonating a mortal--
Even less, one who had died.
Especially using their image to try and guilt someone to suicide.
Jigano ground his teeth together, though his fingers remained light and gentle on the book in his hands. He met Remi's gaze squarely, however, his displeasure firmly on the deity and not the man. What the fuck was wrong with these mad gods? he thought, blasphemous but finding much of his cautious respect fading at what they had done to the boy across from him.
Nor was that all. Remi continued, flaunting the magic he had gained and detailing a second encounter with eerie similarities to the first. Enough so that Jigano had to stifle the urge to reach across the table and shake the lad in the hopes of rattling loose a few crumbs of sense in that pretty head.
When the recitation came to an end, the lorekeeper restrained himself admirably from reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, instead taking a slow breath to settle his thoughts. "So... a pattern begins to emerge. Ludo... challenges, and if you survive, he rewards. But not without price. He seeks for someone to prove themselves worthy of trading with him, while he gives nothing away for free. Entertainment, in exchange for magic. A memory - for a mask. That you would part with one so willingly after what Frey took by force..." Jigano shook his pale head, sighing. "Gods most fortunate, Remi, how have you survived as long as you have?"
Even less, one who had died.
Especially using their image to try and guilt someone to suicide.
Jigano ground his teeth together, though his fingers remained light and gentle on the book in his hands. He met Remi's gaze squarely, however, his displeasure firmly on the deity and not the man. What the fuck was wrong with these mad gods? he thought, blasphemous but finding much of his cautious respect fading at what they had done to the boy across from him.
Nor was that all. Remi continued, flaunting the magic he had gained and detailing a second encounter with eerie similarities to the first. Enough so that Jigano had to stifle the urge to reach across the table and shake the lad in the hopes of rattling loose a few crumbs of sense in that pretty head.
When the recitation came to an end, the lorekeeper restrained himself admirably from reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, instead taking a slow breath to settle his thoughts. "So... a pattern begins to emerge. Ludo... challenges, and if you survive, he rewards. But not without price. He seeks for someone to prove themselves worthy of trading with him, while he gives nothing away for free. Entertainment, in exchange for magic. A memory - for a mask. That you would part with one so willingly after what Frey took by force..." Jigano shook his pale head, sighing. "Gods most fortunate, Remi, how have you survived as long as you have?"
