As much as he might have wanted to ask more, Remi's agitation and anger were clear enough, and Jigano saw no reason to fan those flames any higher. He nodded in understanding, assuming that whatever had happened had been violent, and let the matter drop.
"She... wants to be cursed and repeatedly tricked towards potential death?" Jigano tried to clarify, a little baffled by who this person was and what they'd been thinking. "I suppose there are all kinds in the world." It was the nicest thing he could think to say at the moment. He tilted his head at the other man's scoffing pessimism, eating another section of orange with a neutral hum that wasn't so much agreement as acknowledgment of Remi's point of view. That Remi had lost, or had things taken, or been wounded by the world, yes, but that no one was willing to truly sacrifice? He suspected it was the pain and anger talking, and that arguing would do more harm than good. There were people out there who would, even if they were an admittedly rare breed.
The gods could take care of themselves, but magic was outside of their purview - unless one counted the strange way deific displeasure seemed to spawn it in the human soul. "I struggled with that, at first," he admitted. "Trying to balance the relief at having my healing magic back with the shame and guilt of it being a curse... Deimos helped me over a lot of it, if you can believe it," he added with a wry smile, unsure if Remi knew of the friction that so often sparked between the bard and the General. "And you did, too." By example, among other things.
Reminiscinces of Isla were bittersweet, and Jigano nodded silently at Remi's thoughts on the matter. He would know better than anyone what had become of the lovely doctor's soul. "Amalia has gained the ability to speak to companions," he offered. "I don't know if it would make things better or worse... but it's something you might develop in time, too."
"She... wants to be cursed and repeatedly tricked towards potential death?" Jigano tried to clarify, a little baffled by who this person was and what they'd been thinking. "I suppose there are all kinds in the world." It was the nicest thing he could think to say at the moment. He tilted his head at the other man's scoffing pessimism, eating another section of orange with a neutral hum that wasn't so much agreement as acknowledgment of Remi's point of view. That Remi had lost, or had things taken, or been wounded by the world, yes, but that no one was willing to truly sacrifice? He suspected it was the pain and anger talking, and that arguing would do more harm than good. There were people out there who would, even if they were an admittedly rare breed.
The gods could take care of themselves, but magic was outside of their purview - unless one counted the strange way deific displeasure seemed to spawn it in the human soul. "I struggled with that, at first," he admitted. "Trying to balance the relief at having my healing magic back with the shame and guilt of it being a curse... Deimos helped me over a lot of it, if you can believe it," he added with a wry smile, unsure if Remi knew of the friction that so often sparked between the bard and the General. "And you did, too." By example, among other things.
Reminiscinces of Isla were bittersweet, and Jigano nodded silently at Remi's thoughts on the matter. He would know better than anyone what had become of the lovely doctor's soul. "Amalia has gained the ability to speak to companions," he offered. "I don't know if it would make things better or worse... but it's something you might develop in time, too."
