Strange, to think of the once-gentle young man as a killer... but perhaps not so strange, for him to be a compassionate one. Jigano tilted his head, eyes widening a little at hearing how Remi had almost killed his husband, and had thrown away his wedding ring, however temporarily. Sam had pushed him, and Loren... well, the bard had seen Loren's lashing out first hand. But Ronin... after all they had been through together, he would never have suspected how close they'd come to ending in violence, even driven mad by grief for their lost daughter.
The ring was back, though, and Remi was building memorials in the waves as Jigano had once built one by the Bone Bridge. Something had changed, either due to Ludo or some other factor, and the bard listened quietly to the list of things that the alchemist - ah, the grieving man - wasn't anymore. "Why not, indeed," he agreed softly, a small smile of wry agreement lightening his features briefly. "We've that in common now, too. Though... it sounds like a very difficult duty that you've been given. I would think the desire to try and save some of those you'll be sent to hasten along to Mort's halls will be very strong sometimes." It was not a task he envied the other man, and he wondered if he would have been strong enough to shoulder it had it been offered to him.
Souls for the dead and memories for the living made sense, the bard nodding thoughtfully at the explanation. "I'm glad," he said, expression still soft, "that in spite of all you have been through, you haven't lost your empathy. Not all of it, at least. That you wanted to make the memorial for others to use, even if you don't need it yourself. But aside from Ronin and Ludo are there really no other reasons to live? I thought you were close with Phoebe... and Amalia. Or were, once. Or would you rather cut all your previous bonds away and start anew?"
The ring was back, though, and Remi was building memorials in the waves as Jigano had once built one by the Bone Bridge. Something had changed, either due to Ludo or some other factor, and the bard listened quietly to the list of things that the alchemist - ah, the grieving man - wasn't anymore. "Why not, indeed," he agreed softly, a small smile of wry agreement lightening his features briefly. "We've that in common now, too. Though... it sounds like a very difficult duty that you've been given. I would think the desire to try and save some of those you'll be sent to hasten along to Mort's halls will be very strong sometimes." It was not a task he envied the other man, and he wondered if he would have been strong enough to shoulder it had it been offered to him.
Souls for the dead and memories for the living made sense, the bard nodding thoughtfully at the explanation. "I'm glad," he said, expression still soft, "that in spite of all you have been through, you haven't lost your empathy. Not all of it, at least. That you wanted to make the memorial for others to use, even if you don't need it yourself. But aside from Ronin and Ludo are there really no other reasons to live? I thought you were close with Phoebe... and Amalia. Or were, once. Or would you rather cut all your previous bonds away and start anew?"
