"The threat was more for him than for you," Jigano said softly. "We all knew that you would jump at it, regardless of the cost. But she wanted Remi to know that his gift would cause you pain." No mention, he noticed, of the lie she had told to them, that the pain function would be irreversible forevermore. But then, Sam was very good at hearing what he wanted to hear... and not hearing what he didn't.
He could only nod slowly to Sam's insistence that he had suffered enough pain in his twenty-seven years, not trying to argue how pain was a lesson, how it served as a warning and a reminder not to make the same mistake twice. Not all pain had purpose, of course, he wouldn't argue that. But overcoming pain, learning what you could do in spite of it, was worth something, too. It helped put things in perspective, if nothing else... a perspective Samuel had deliberately thrown away after having regained it for a short time.
Jigano could only hope that his friend wouldn't come to regret that decision some day.
Awkwardness was the name of the day, and Jigano looked down at the fluid scintillating in the jar with a thoughtful frown. "I'm... not sure," he admitted hesitantly. "I don't know how many tries it will take to get it right, or how much it'll take to get the defensive magic to stick. I suppose just... as much as you're willing to share. Or... how much would you take from someone you were biting?" he said quietly. How was that for a reversal? Normal it was the Ascended who took the blood of others. It seemed strangely appropriate.
He could only nod slowly to Sam's insistence that he had suffered enough pain in his twenty-seven years, not trying to argue how pain was a lesson, how it served as a warning and a reminder not to make the same mistake twice. Not all pain had purpose, of course, he wouldn't argue that. But overcoming pain, learning what you could do in spite of it, was worth something, too. It helped put things in perspective, if nothing else... a perspective Samuel had deliberately thrown away after having regained it for a short time.
Jigano could only hope that his friend wouldn't come to regret that decision some day.
Awkwardness was the name of the day, and Jigano looked down at the fluid scintillating in the jar with a thoughtful frown. "I'm... not sure," he admitted hesitantly. "I don't know how many tries it will take to get it right, or how much it'll take to get the defensive magic to stick. I suppose just... as much as you're willing to share. Or... how much would you take from someone you were biting?" he said quietly. How was that for a reversal? Normal it was the Ascended who took the blood of others. It seemed strangely appropriate.
