"What can I say? Settled life unexpectedly suits me," Jigano agreed with a grin that was softer than their conversation had been warranting. He was pleased at the observation though. Despite still being lean he had certainly filled out under the loose clothing he generally wore, something that was far more apparent in Torchline's general state of undress than Halo's thick furs or the Grounds's stuffier layers, where his position as Provost and Advisor kept his appearance far more put-together than it was now.
He nodded, a pulse of quiet understanding through the Attuned bond at the notion of having different hobbies. "I know exactly what you mean," he agreed, ruefully but again with that touch of quiet contentment beneath the words.
Ludo had a tendency to bring the conversation back down to earth, and Jigano felt a moment's regret that he had followed that thread, but he was genuinely curious what Remi thought of the god's likelihood of directly intervening. "Yes, Roana," Jigano agreed with a sigh for the dead woman who had caused so much chaos for all the best of intentions. "But why did Ludo ask her to do the killing, instead of doing it directly itself? I wonder if there's some sort of... truce, of a kind," he mused. "The Old Gods don't directly kill the Voice's Ascended, and she doesn't personally kill their servants? Mortals can kill mortals on a more level playing field, but once the gods get involved directly the planet goes to hell in a handbasket?" He tilted his head curiously at the other man to see what he thought of the hypothesis.
He nodded, a pulse of quiet understanding through the Attuned bond at the notion of having different hobbies. "I know exactly what you mean," he agreed, ruefully but again with that touch of quiet contentment beneath the words.
Ludo had a tendency to bring the conversation back down to earth, and Jigano felt a moment's regret that he had followed that thread, but he was genuinely curious what Remi thought of the god's likelihood of directly intervening. "Yes, Roana," Jigano agreed with a sigh for the dead woman who had caused so much chaos for all the best of intentions. "But why did Ludo ask her to do the killing, instead of doing it directly itself? I wonder if there's some sort of... truce, of a kind," he mused. "The Old Gods don't directly kill the Voice's Ascended, and she doesn't personally kill their servants? Mortals can kill mortals on a more level playing field, but once the gods get involved directly the planet goes to hell in a handbasket?" He tilted his head curiously at the other man to see what he thought of the hypothesis.
