Jigano disagreed with many people, including Remi and Amalia, but he and Remi were learning to be friends - or at least, something akin to it - and he and Amalia were mending the bridges their insecurities had burned between them. He sincerely hoped that Sam and he would find a way through the thicket of difficulties their respective gods seemed determined to throw them into. The thicket they each choose to wade into, eyes wide open and souls girded for the trials to come.
Sam was not his enemy, Jigano knew. The Voice was the source of so much pain and so many problems... and Sam's choices couldn't entirely blamed on her. He was still responsible for his own actions, but the bard firmly believed that the Voice played upon his friend's suggestibility, urging him to do things he would not have, had she not been whispering in his ear. It was not a clear-cut situation, and he didn't have all the answers... but he wouldn't stop looking for them.
The mention of Wessex's name brought a sharp bark of laughter, the bard glancing up at his friend with a crooked, humorless smile. "She and I don't talk," he assured his friend dryly. "Last time we tried to work together she attacked me while I was trying to help Rae's Guardian, and I tried to kill her in return. But no, I won't tell her where this came from. And as far as I know, once the item is made no one else will know how it came together, so she won't find out. But I'll ask the same of you," he said after a moment's hesitation. "I... don't know if this will simply stop an unwanted bite, or if it will give whoever is trying to take it a nasty jolt, but I figure if anyone is doing it against my will they deserve what they get. Could you keep this a secret between us? At least, so long as it works the way it's supposed to?" Admittedly, if the amulet did something different than what he intended then he'd be warning Sam and Rex as well, but as far as he knew it would only provide some sort of mystic shield against unwanted fangs.
Sam was not his enemy, Jigano knew. The Voice was the source of so much pain and so many problems... and Sam's choices couldn't entirely blamed on her. He was still responsible for his own actions, but the bard firmly believed that the Voice played upon his friend's suggestibility, urging him to do things he would not have, had she not been whispering in his ear. It was not a clear-cut situation, and he didn't have all the answers... but he wouldn't stop looking for them.
The mention of Wessex's name brought a sharp bark of laughter, the bard glancing up at his friend with a crooked, humorless smile. "She and I don't talk," he assured his friend dryly. "Last time we tried to work together she attacked me while I was trying to help Rae's Guardian, and I tried to kill her in return. But no, I won't tell her where this came from. And as far as I know, once the item is made no one else will know how it came together, so she won't find out. But I'll ask the same of you," he said after a moment's hesitation. "I... don't know if this will simply stop an unwanted bite, or if it will give whoever is trying to take it a nasty jolt, but I figure if anyone is doing it against my will they deserve what they get. Could you keep this a secret between us? At least, so long as it works the way it's supposed to?" Admittedly, if the amulet did something different than what he intended then he'd be warning Sam and Rex as well, but as far as he knew it would only provide some sort of mystic shield against unwanted fangs.
