At hearing that the baker hadn't even told the man she loved what she planned, Jigano grimaced. Frustration and sympathy both in that expression, because if she didn't trust Deimos with her plans, that meant they were plans he wouldn't like. Which meant that, likely, Jigano wouldn't like them either. The woman they both loved in different ways was a fighter, but not a killer. She resisted by enduring, not by lashing out in violence.
And she was entirely too self-sacrificing at times, that same sin of which they were all guilty.
A glance to Deimos showed the stoic warrior battling demons of his own. Worry over Amalia made him sharp, and echoes of their meeting at the Notice Board seemed to thrum through the bard. This time, though, this time Jigano had a better idea of what drove the mountain. A man would do and say many foolish things for the sake of love. Amalia being in danger had to be eating Deimos alive... as it would soon be eating him, now that he knew about it.
"It still makes for a good backup plan," Jigano conceded to the thought of the manor in flames, relishing the brief mental image with a petty satisfaction. He might try to be a good man, to be better than he had been...
But he still feel back into old habits under stress. And they were not the habits of a particularly good or nice man. Hopefully he would have the luxury to feel guilty about that later. Hopefully they all would, for what Zariah was driving them to do.
The whip crack of Deimos's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he sighed, shoulders slumping as some of the ice trickled away at the reminder. "I know," he said quietly. "And never mind that I didn't need saving..." He shook his head, loving Amalia even as he wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her, gently, or hug her, or both. He looked up at his tall friend, lips quirking into a smile that held little of true humor. "But I probably will soon. Promise me you won't leave me to rot in that damn cage for long?"
And she was entirely too self-sacrificing at times, that same sin of which they were all guilty.
A glance to Deimos showed the stoic warrior battling demons of his own. Worry over Amalia made him sharp, and echoes of their meeting at the Notice Board seemed to thrum through the bard. This time, though, this time Jigano had a better idea of what drove the mountain. A man would do and say many foolish things for the sake of love. Amalia being in danger had to be eating Deimos alive... as it would soon be eating him, now that he knew about it.
"It still makes for a good backup plan," Jigano conceded to the thought of the manor in flames, relishing the brief mental image with a petty satisfaction. He might try to be a good man, to be better than he had been...
But he still feel back into old habits under stress. And they were not the habits of a particularly good or nice man. Hopefully he would have the luxury to feel guilty about that later. Hopefully they all would, for what Zariah was driving them to do.
The whip crack of Deimos's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he sighed, shoulders slumping as some of the ice trickled away at the reminder. "I know," he said quietly. "And never mind that I didn't need saving..." He shook his head, loving Amalia even as he wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her, gently, or hug her, or both. He looked up at his tall friend, lips quirking into a smile that held little of true humor. "But I probably will soon. Promise me you won't leave me to rot in that damn cage for long?"
