"The only cure for life I know is a rather permanent one," he said with a wry shrug. "A case of the cure being worse than the disease, in this case." Sometimes you just had to tough out the sickness and wait for it to pass, but he doubted Loren wanted to hear that right now. He was throwing himself into his grief with a vicious energy that worried Jigano, though he did his best to hide it. Unsolicited advice would go over about as well as a Sparkbird in LongHeat right now, he suspected, and he was trying to keep it to himself.
"With enough alcohol you can make the world burn," he murmured, his previous thoughts still lingering and coloring his words. "But then where will you sleep at night?" He waited to hear 'in the ashes;' it was the retort he would have made if he was acting the part of the self-destructive malcontent, with perhaps just a slight piquant undertone of 'you're not my real dad' thrown in for flavoring.
Ah, there was the foot he always eventually managed to put in his mouth, given enough time. Sometimes his superb flexibility was a real problem. He held up a placating hand, snorting softly at the swift belligerence. "I think you're the most qualified man in the Hollowed Grounds. But do you think you would have been offered the position so quickly if your brother hadn't sat on the throne? Or whatever they call a Warden's chair in Halo." He had yet to see a proper throne worth the name since coming to Caido, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Hearing that Loren still considered helping people to be something he wanted to do, the bard just nodded, taking the unexpected ray of hope where he could. "Then I'm glad it's you doing it," he said simply. "And that it's something you still want to do."
"With enough alcohol you can make the world burn," he murmured, his previous thoughts still lingering and coloring his words. "But then where will you sleep at night?" He waited to hear 'in the ashes;' it was the retort he would have made if he was acting the part of the self-destructive malcontent, with perhaps just a slight piquant undertone of 'you're not my real dad' thrown in for flavoring.
Ah, there was the foot he always eventually managed to put in his mouth, given enough time. Sometimes his superb flexibility was a real problem. He held up a placating hand, snorting softly at the swift belligerence. "I think you're the most qualified man in the Hollowed Grounds. But do you think you would have been offered the position so quickly if your brother hadn't sat on the throne? Or whatever they call a Warden's chair in Halo." He had yet to see a proper throne worth the name since coming to Caido, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Hearing that Loren still considered helping people to be something he wanted to do, the bard just nodded, taking the unexpected ray of hope where he could. "Then I'm glad it's you doing it," he said simply. "And that it's something you still want to do."
