He was not so far gone that he had failed to see Deimos enter. The gentle giant who looked so fierce and dour, but who had shown a lighter side, a care for both Kiada and Amalia, laughter and kindness and joy. He had seen the way Amalia looked at him, had gleefully encouraged it, encouraged them, finding happiness in his heartsister's joy.
Now he watched as the mountain of a man read the notice board, finding his throat too tight to speak up. How could he face this man? He couldn't even face himself in the mirror right now, had only faced Rory because he couldn't not...
Which was the answer, wasn't it? How could he not tell Deimos that Amalia was among the missing? Except...
As the man turned to him Jigano nodded a cautious greeting, half-expecting one of those large hands to lash out and wrap around his throat. "Deimos," he greeted back quietly. "Did... did Kiada not tell you? I sent her back here to get help. I thought she would come straight to you..."
Now he watched as the mountain of a man read the notice board, finding his throat too tight to speak up. How could he face this man? He couldn't even face himself in the mirror right now, had only faced Rory because he couldn't not...
Which was the answer, wasn't it? How could he not tell Deimos that Amalia was among the missing? Except...
As the man turned to him Jigano nodded a cautious greeting, half-expecting one of those large hands to lash out and wrap around his throat. "Deimos," he greeted back quietly. "Did... did Kiada not tell you? I sent her back here to get help. I thought she would come straight to you..."
