'Nice.' Surviving the blight and learning to trust and let others care about him again after five years of self-imposed exile and guilt and suffering for atonement was 'nice.' Jigano managed to keep his expression neutral, but he felt that blight curling within his gut, trying to feed the frustration he felt at trying to talk to Loren, when the Launceleyn was so caught up in his 'oh woe is me' mindset that he seemed utterly oblivious to others around him. Even the questions that was asking came across as perfunctory when he showed such disinterest in the answers, and Jigano found himself sighing. No wonder the mage and Deimos got along so well. This was beginning to remind him of his first real talk with the big man from Helovia, and how difficult it had been to try and carry that conversation too. At least then he hadn't been shaking with weakness, skin cold and soul still fighting just to breathe some days.
His offer was a last-ditch attempt to find a bridge before the conversation collapsed under its own weight and the Launceleyn's brooding. He half-expected that to be snubbed as well, but the agreement and gratitude had him drawing a slow breath to try and calm the blightbeast that still lurked within, threatening to lash out at any imagined provocation. "What types of Caido magic do you already know about?" He asked instead, trying to find a baseline for what the Launceleyn was already familiar with to avoid repetition.
His offer was a last-ditch attempt to find a bridge before the conversation collapsed under its own weight and the Launceleyn's brooding. He half-expected that to be snubbed as well, but the agreement and gratitude had him drawing a slow breath to try and calm the blightbeast that still lurked within, threatening to lash out at any imagined provocation. "What types of Caido magic do you already know about?" He asked instead, trying to find a baseline for what the Launceleyn was already familiar with to avoid repetition.
