"I haven't seen him since Long Night... except at a distance," the bard corrected himself somberly. It wasn't as though they could forget what had happened at the Spire that day, after all. "So I just don't know. I can see how losing memories like that could affect emotions, though. And not just what he felt for the ones forgotten..." Was there any greater fear for a loreseeker than the loss of memories? Of knowledge and experience and all of the things that made you who you were as a person? The Provost shivered, cupping his hands gratefully around his mug. "That is one price not worth paying," he said softly. "Not for all the gold or all the pain in the world." The mementos of his past life sat on a shelf in his office behind them, a quiet reminder and condemnation that he carried with grim determination, no matter the slyly smiling face he showed the world.
A silver brow arched as Sam apologized and drew in on himself, and Jigano suppressed a sigh, lips quirking into a wry smile. "It's alright, my friend," he reassured the bookmaker who was still timid in spite of his steady voice. "You were scared. You didn't want to lose your friends. You listened to your fears... but I'm still here, and so are you," he pointed out gently. "And the Demon is finally dead."
After the talk of death and loss, Rory was the last topic he expected his friend to circle back to, and he sipped his tea as he considered Sam's smile over the rim of his mug. Setting it down with careful grace he let his own lips quirk into a slight smile. "I've held hands with Amalia, too," he pointed out, in a voice that might have been teasing... or might have been mildly pleasant. "And hugged both her and you. But, yes, Rory is a good friend, and I do think well of him." Knight to E6. Sam's move.
A silver brow arched as Sam apologized and drew in on himself, and Jigano suppressed a sigh, lips quirking into a wry smile. "It's alright, my friend," he reassured the bookmaker who was still timid in spite of his steady voice. "You were scared. You didn't want to lose your friends. You listened to your fears... but I'm still here, and so are you," he pointed out gently. "And the Demon is finally dead."
After the talk of death and loss, Rory was the last topic he expected his friend to circle back to, and he sipped his tea as he considered Sam's smile over the rim of his mug. Setting it down with careful grace he let his own lips quirk into a slight smile. "I've held hands with Amalia, too," he pointed out, in a voice that might have been teasing... or might have been mildly pleasant. "And hugged both her and you. But, yes, Rory is a good friend, and I do think well of him." Knight to E6. Sam's move.
