A shake of a white head as he glanced back at his friend, and a quirk of facile lips. "You said you wouldn't attack me or Amalia, Sam. I trust you on that, so why would we need to fight?" He already had the bookmaker's word on that, for the reasons he had just listed. "I care about you, too. It's why it hurts so much to see the Voice putting you in these impossible positions... to see her turning you against your friends," he admitted with a frustrated shake of his head. Frustration he quickly mastered as Sam joined him on his feet again so they could watch the storm beginning to slow, rain no longer drumming down so fiercely as the sky grew lighter with every passing minute.
"I know you like us," Jigano said gently. "And I agree... of all those in it, you are the most well-suited to the research and the study, the chronicles and the calligraphy, illuminations and ordering of the books that form our guild's heart. You are welcome among us." And then he hesitated for a moment, because he knew his next words would not be welcome ones for Sam to hear. "But... your goddess is not. Not as long as she opposes the old gods and seeks to stir up strife and violence against their followers and creatures."
"I know you like us," Jigano said gently. "And I agree... of all those in it, you are the most well-suited to the research and the study, the chronicles and the calligraphy, illuminations and ordering of the books that form our guild's heart. You are welcome among us." And then he hesitated for a moment, because he knew his next words would not be welcome ones for Sam to hear. "But... your goddess is not. Not as long as she opposes the old gods and seeks to stir up strife and violence against their followers and creatures."
