"So far it's two out of three. And perhaps Ingrid will like you, too," he coaxed. If Edy had, it was at least possible. Unless Sam was determined to feel sorry for himself and paint the whole world as against him. Jigano looked away to watch the storm, remembering all the times that Sam had been unable to separate anger with the Voice for anger at himself. It was very much like a cult in that respect, and no appeal to reason had been able to sway Sam from its clutches.
It was likely, at this point, that none ever would.
The flash of lightning and thunder effectively stalled the conversation for a minute, giving the bard a chance to think through what he wanted to say next. Not a statement, but a question, trying to unravel down to the heart of the matter. Memories of Safrin gave painful inspiration as he listened to Sam's list, and he nodded thoughtfully as he waited for another thunder crash to fade. "Nathaniel... you mean, he chose not to join you in Ascension, then? And remained Accepted?" the bard asked curiously, trying to parse his friend's wording. He still hadn't met this mysterious Nate, though he thought he remembered seeing a strange man beside Sam at the meeting.
"You listed perhaps eight things that you want... but if you could only see three of them through, which would be the three things most important to you?" he asked again, outwardly calm as he watched the rain continue to come down outside their little shelter.
It was likely, at this point, that none ever would.
The flash of lightning and thunder effectively stalled the conversation for a minute, giving the bard a chance to think through what he wanted to say next. Not a statement, but a question, trying to unravel down to the heart of the matter. Memories of Safrin gave painful inspiration as he listened to Sam's list, and he nodded thoughtfully as he waited for another thunder crash to fade. "Nathaniel... you mean, he chose not to join you in Ascension, then? And remained Accepted?" the bard asked curiously, trying to parse his friend's wording. He still hadn't met this mysterious Nate, though he thought he remembered seeing a strange man beside Sam at the meeting.
"You listed perhaps eight things that you want... but if you could only see three of them through, which would be the three things most important to you?" he asked again, outwardly calm as he watched the rain continue to come down outside their little shelter.
