Sam had spent too much time looking away from the bard, avoiding his gaze and turning his own blue-green eyes down. Jigano had given up on meeting his friend's eyes and had turned his attention out the window again, missing the hurt and confusion that were not spoken aloud, not put into words or communicated beyond the frustration and certainty that they would have to come to blows over Sam's Voice-appointed task.
"Yes... I suppose we do," Jigano agreed wearily and no less sadly for being unable to help his friend see the damage and pain that the Voice had already caused in such a short time. Havoc and chaos and murder most foul...none of it with good reason. None of it with any reason at all that Jigano could see, beyond impatience and selfishness in the very best case scenario... and malice aforethought in the worst.
He sighed and followed Sam out into the rain, part of him appreciating the ambience of the storm and the grey skies, the heavens crying the tears that neither of them would let fall while the other watched. There was a certain poetry in it, even as thunder rumbled off to the east as the cloudburst rampaged on across the hollowed grounds, past them and heading towards the distant line of divine storms that would swallow it up.
The earthen pillar was definitely the worse for wear, muddy and fragile from where the rain had lashed it and the lightning had seared through it, drawn by the fragments of metal in its heart that Jigano had used to try and construct the impromptu lightning rod. It was going to take a serious effort to avoid it collapsing and potentially burying the metal rod, and Jigano bit back his sigh as he laid a gentle hand against the base of the construct and began to gently, carefully, pull it back down towards them a few slow inches at a time as he worked to reinforce the weakened parts. "If you're planning to work against me, are you sure you should take my charity in this?" he asked quietly, wondering how Sam would justify that with his previous statement that the bookmaker would feel bad about lying to his friend when the Ascended seemed so certain that they would eventually fight.
"Yes... I suppose we do," Jigano agreed wearily and no less sadly for being unable to help his friend see the damage and pain that the Voice had already caused in such a short time. Havoc and chaos and murder most foul...none of it with good reason. None of it with any reason at all that Jigano could see, beyond impatience and selfishness in the very best case scenario... and malice aforethought in the worst.
He sighed and followed Sam out into the rain, part of him appreciating the ambience of the storm and the grey skies, the heavens crying the tears that neither of them would let fall while the other watched. There was a certain poetry in it, even as thunder rumbled off to the east as the cloudburst rampaged on across the hollowed grounds, past them and heading towards the distant line of divine storms that would swallow it up.
The earthen pillar was definitely the worse for wear, muddy and fragile from where the rain had lashed it and the lightning had seared through it, drawn by the fragments of metal in its heart that Jigano had used to try and construct the impromptu lightning rod. It was going to take a serious effort to avoid it collapsing and potentially burying the metal rod, and Jigano bit back his sigh as he laid a gentle hand against the base of the construct and began to gently, carefully, pull it back down towards them a few slow inches at a time as he worked to reinforce the weakened parts. "If you're planning to work against me, are you sure you should take my charity in this?" he asked quietly, wondering how Sam would justify that with his previous statement that the bookmaker would feel bad about lying to his friend when the Ascended seemed so certain that they would eventually fight.
