Deimos had begun his inexorable retreat back into silence again, and no notion of Jigano's history could pry more words from him; neither curiosity nor censure nor platitude. They had come from different worlds, had fought different battles for different stakes against different foes, and though there was enough similar to let them understand parts of each other's pasts their experiences were separate enough that there was always that disconnection at some point or another. The place where they split down their divergent lanes of memory and recalled different smoke and different war cries ringing on the wind or in the halls.
The silence that followed was more like the General's natural state, and Jigano hid a wry smile as he went to rejoin the big man amidst the results of their carnage. He used his earth magic to help shift the boulders back towards the pile from whence they'd come while Deimos collected the fallen and the damned to be revived once more. His suggestions were met with approval, he was glad to note, and his grin broke free once more at the unexpected laugh. "Fun is useful," he argued playfully. "It's good for keeping up morale!" He hoped that the catapult would make an appearance in that case, and he gave the General a wink as they passed each other with their respective loads. "Just let me know if you need a large number of flowers in a hurry and I'll find a way to provide." As Deimos had reminded him, just because the gods saw his new magic as a curse it didn't mean he needed to treat it like one. If it could bring joy, what better use for it could there be?
The silence that followed was more like the General's natural state, and Jigano hid a wry smile as he went to rejoin the big man amidst the results of their carnage. He used his earth magic to help shift the boulders back towards the pile from whence they'd come while Deimos collected the fallen and the damned to be revived once more. His suggestions were met with approval, he was glad to note, and his grin broke free once more at the unexpected laugh. "Fun is useful," he argued playfully. "It's good for keeping up morale!" He hoped that the catapult would make an appearance in that case, and he gave the General a wink as they passed each other with their respective loads. "Just let me know if you need a large number of flowers in a hurry and I'll find a way to provide." As Deimos had reminded him, just because the gods saw his new magic as a curse it didn't mean he needed to treat it like one. If it could bring joy, what better use for it could there be?
