"Well then it is settled. You can 'artistically licence' all over the story that I create, and it will be told for years to come throughout the Greatwood. We'll become legends," Ianto informed Remi, winking and reaching for his tea to drain the mug of the last of it. He didn't know if any of his nonsense was helping to make Remi feel any better, but he was certainly trying his best to lighten the dark mood that had fallen over both the alchemist and the guildhall in general.
Then Remi brought up the previous season, and Ianto's hands unconsciously tightened around his cup. He glanced away and nodded. "Yes," he agreed, "I was." Taking a deep breath and letting it out again, the fox visibly seemed to withdraw into himself. It hadn't been so bad explaining to Jigano, who hadn't experienced Arduinna's cruelty first hand. This was different.
"I was being trained," he explained. "By Arduinna. For the Cloister of Trials."
Then Remi brought up the previous season, and Ianto's hands unconsciously tightened around his cup. He glanced away and nodded. "Yes," he agreed, "I was." Taking a deep breath and letting it out again, the fox visibly seemed to withdraw into himself. It hadn't been so bad explaining to Jigano, who hadn't experienced Arduinna's cruelty first hand. This was different.
"I was being trained," he explained. "By Arduinna. For the Cloister of Trials."
IANTO
