”Some people more so than others,” Jigano said pointedly on the topic of walls.
”I believe the banning is less in relation to them as individuals and more in relation to their goddess using them as tools,” he said, deceptively mildly. ”The problem isn’t that there are a few bad apples amongst the Ascended, it’s that the Voice can use even the kindest and best-intentioned among that race as unwitting weapons.” He shook his head at the continued needling, too weary with grief to deal with the way that Amun seemed determined to continue pushing the boundaries of a man who had deliberately sought out solitude for quiet mourning. ”How do you know that I haven’t been?” he asked back, voice soft. ”You will find no shortage of people here who have had to hide or flee, or been banned or shunned because of parts of themselves they cannot change. I’m glad to say that most choose empathy and respect over selfishness and picking fights with those who would have been our allies, though. But you seem to have LongNight figured out, and since I am not interested in your definition of ‘fun’ during it, I’ll bid you farewell.” He gave the man a shallow bow before turning to Aonghas. It wasn’t the newcomer’s fault that he had been pulled into the middle of one man’s grief and another’s mocking of it, and he had the right idea in ending things here.
”I apologize for not being more welcoming during LongNight, but if you have further questions I will do my best to answer them whenever you’d like. Please don’t hesitate to seek me out.” He couldn’t quite find the energy to summon a smile for the blond, but his expression was apologetic before he turned and walked away, heading for a quieter place to wait out the end of the week.
”I believe the banning is less in relation to them as individuals and more in relation to their goddess using them as tools,” he said, deceptively mildly. ”The problem isn’t that there are a few bad apples amongst the Ascended, it’s that the Voice can use even the kindest and best-intentioned among that race as unwitting weapons.” He shook his head at the continued needling, too weary with grief to deal with the way that Amun seemed determined to continue pushing the boundaries of a man who had deliberately sought out solitude for quiet mourning. ”How do you know that I haven’t been?” he asked back, voice soft. ”You will find no shortage of people here who have had to hide or flee, or been banned or shunned because of parts of themselves they cannot change. I’m glad to say that most choose empathy and respect over selfishness and picking fights with those who would have been our allies, though. But you seem to have LongNight figured out, and since I am not interested in your definition of ‘fun’ during it, I’ll bid you farewell.” He gave the man a shallow bow before turning to Aonghas. It wasn’t the newcomer’s fault that he had been pulled into the middle of one man’s grief and another’s mocking of it, and he had the right idea in ending things here.
”I apologize for not being more welcoming during LongNight, but if you have further questions I will do my best to answer them whenever you’d like. Please don’t hesitate to seek me out.” He couldn’t quite find the energy to summon a smile for the blond, but his expression was apologetic before he turned and walked away, heading for a quieter place to wait out the end of the week.
