What could one say to such regret? It was an unimaginably steep price to pay for a lesson that could only be remembered in someone else's words. There was nothing to stop Sam from falling again into similar despair and asking for the next painful memories to be removed, just as these had been. He might regret what had been lost, but without being able to remember what had sparked such a drastic action would he be doomed to repeat it? A depressing thought, and one Jigano sincerely hoped was unlikely. Now that the bookmaker knew what it was like to have lost, even if he couldn't know the details, perhaps it would serve to give him pause from similar drastic measures in the future.
If they even had a future, as the other man was perspicacious enough to bring up. Jigano breathed deeply, slowly, considering what had already happened and what little they knew. "I don't know," he said quietly at last. "Though I admit, I am... not optimistic." He looked at Sam frankly, worry and fear for his missing friends in his eyes. "Whatever took our guildmates did so fast and silently. Tomorrow we should stick close together, to keep us from being picked off separately, but even as a group I don't know if we'll be strong enough to resist whoever was behind the ambush. Perhaps they didn't feel like they could handle us resisting as a group. But I can't think of a better plan until we have more information to work with... and I can't think of any other way to get that information than to go back into those woods."
If they even had a future, as the other man was perspicacious enough to bring up. Jigano breathed deeply, slowly, considering what had already happened and what little they knew. "I don't know," he said quietly at last. "Though I admit, I am... not optimistic." He looked at Sam frankly, worry and fear for his missing friends in his eyes. "Whatever took our guildmates did so fast and silently. Tomorrow we should stick close together, to keep us from being picked off separately, but even as a group I don't know if we'll be strong enough to resist whoever was behind the ambush. Perhaps they didn't feel like they could handle us resisting as a group. But I can't think of a better plan until we have more information to work with... and I can't think of any other way to get that information than to go back into those woods."
