The reason for attacking Sam instead of Wessex was unfortunately true, and Jigano gave a grunt of acknowledgment, however reluctant. "Then they are a coward as well as a fool," he growled, but it was followed by a sigh. "I'm sorry I wasn't there... to help protect you." Though what he could have done that Remi couldn't have done better he didn't know. It didn't stop him from wishing, though, wanting to have been there, and not lost in the dark while his body rampaged through the snow doing who-knew-what terrible things and attacking the people he loved.
Sam had a good point, and the bard winced at being reminded of his anger, too. The flicker of regret drowned out the last sparks of anger and he nodded reluctantly as he went to right the chair and sit slowly back down again. "Was it your fault alone?" he asked tiredly. "Sam, what happened? Did the Voice ever give you any answers for what she told you to do?"
Sam had a good point, and the bard winced at being reminded of his anger, too. The flicker of regret drowned out the last sparks of anger and he nodded reluctantly as he went to right the chair and sit slowly back down again. "Was it your fault alone?" he asked tiredly. "Sam, what happened? Did the Voice ever give you any answers for what she told you to do?"
