Sam nodded, more to just move past his faux pas than out of much attention, but he did understand what Jigano meant. He had spent the last few years either mumbling his way through interactions at his stall or silent at home. Suddenly, speaking to so many people...it was hard, in a way a lot of people didn't have sympathy for.
He didn't know much of telling the future. Something about tea leaves...? But it seemed like Jigano wasn't going to be weaving him stories of the far flung to-be any time soon.
"You met a God?" He felt both interest and a fear. Hoping desperately it wouldn't be The Voice (Jigano couldn't turn, not like Isla, please no-) he tried to keep a passive, calm smile on his face but couldn't help his slightly manic stare. "What happened? Were you alright? I can't..imagine any Gods being kind or good. The one I know pretends to be, but she did this to me."
He didn't know much of telling the future. Something about tea leaves...? But it seemed like Jigano wasn't going to be weaving him stories of the far flung to-be any time soon.
"You met a God?" He felt both interest and a fear. Hoping desperately it wouldn't be The Voice (Jigano couldn't turn, not like Isla, please no-) he tried to keep a passive, calm smile on his face but couldn't help his slightly manic stare. "What happened? Were you alright? I can't..imagine any Gods being kind or good. The one I know pretends to be, but she did this to me."
