It was a pragmatic answer, and one the lorekeeper could appreciate. Loreseekers did their best to face the knowledge they sought, no matter how difficult it could be, and Loren embodied it well. With a nod he opened his fingers, holding the sphere up--
It was two inches in diameter, and had an inner glow that was very faint. Indeed, it was nearly extinguished, and Jigano felt his heart almost stop in his chest as he stared at the bauble. He hadn't thought to check it recently, assuming that Halo's sheer size would keep the Ascended busy in their explorations for at least another season.
It would seem that his assumption had been incorrect.
"Ah..." he said, expression stricken for a moment before he remembered what his goal was, at least for Loren. Wrapping his hand back around the sphere again he closed his eyes and tried to focus on his fellow guardians. Amalia was easiest, dearest to his heart, and he could sense her presence in the Infirmary. Phoebe wasn't far away, in or near the Sanctuary, he guessed. But Remi...
"He's... alive," the bard breathed, though there was a firm certainty there in spite of the distraction in his voice. "A long, long ways away... south... and west?" He blinked and opened his eyes again, relaxing his hold on the sphere as he looked to Loren, a little dazed. "I can't tell anything else but... yes. Remi lives, at least, if nothing else."
It was two inches in diameter, and had an inner glow that was very faint. Indeed, it was nearly extinguished, and Jigano felt his heart almost stop in his chest as he stared at the bauble. He hadn't thought to check it recently, assuming that Halo's sheer size would keep the Ascended busy in their explorations for at least another season.
It would seem that his assumption had been incorrect.
"Ah..." he said, expression stricken for a moment before he remembered what his goal was, at least for Loren. Wrapping his hand back around the sphere again he closed his eyes and tried to focus on his fellow guardians. Amalia was easiest, dearest to his heart, and he could sense her presence in the Infirmary. Phoebe wasn't far away, in or near the Sanctuary, he guessed. But Remi...
"He's... alive," the bard breathed, though there was a firm certainty there in spite of the distraction in his voice. "A long, long ways away... south... and west?" He blinked and opened his eyes again, relaxing his hold on the sphere as he looked to Loren, a little dazed. "I can't tell anything else but... yes. Remi lives, at least, if nothing else."
