He had never said that Wessex had bitten him, only that he had history with her, and reason not to trust her since they’d fought before, but Sam had a habit of hearing what he wanted to hear and Jigano couldn’t know what misconceptions filtered into his friend’s head, even at the best of times.
As for the rest, he agreed completely that drinking was something to be done for intimacy or emergencies, not on a whim as those like Amun seemed to think. And there was no telling what other Outlanders would arrive as Ascended, and what their moral codes would be like. No, he sought safety and protection from more than just Wessex, but she and the Voice had certainly given him the fear and impetus to do something about it rather than relying on the (all too rare) kindness of strangers.
”Ah, good point,” he grimaced slightly at the necessity of asking a friend to literally open a vein for him. ”I should pick up a small vial to put it in, too, so I don’t need to ask again if I spill it. There’s a bottle I got from Remi for the glow-light chemical back in the Guildhall, if you’ll join me there? And… thank you, Sam. I really appreciate this. I’m glad we can still help each other, even if we disagree on our theologies.”
In the interest of moving things along, if Sam would join him he’d lead the way back to the Atheneum, where the Hall would provide a small, clean bottle and a clean blade for the bookmaker to use to ‘bleed’ himself with.
As for the rest, he agreed completely that drinking was something to be done for intimacy or emergencies, not on a whim as those like Amun seemed to think. And there was no telling what other Outlanders would arrive as Ascended, and what their moral codes would be like. No, he sought safety and protection from more than just Wessex, but she and the Voice had certainly given him the fear and impetus to do something about it rather than relying on the (all too rare) kindness of strangers.
”Ah, good point,” he grimaced slightly at the necessity of asking a friend to literally open a vein for him. ”I should pick up a small vial to put it in, too, so I don’t need to ask again if I spill it. There’s a bottle I got from Remi for the glow-light chemical back in the Guildhall, if you’ll join me there? And… thank you, Sam. I really appreciate this. I’m glad we can still help each other, even if we disagree on our theologies.”
In the interest of moving things along, if Sam would join him he’d lead the way back to the Atheneum, where the Hall would provide a small, clean bottle and a clean blade for the bookmaker to use to ‘bleed’ himself with.
