Jigano hesitated, then shrugged ruefully. "If the portals go down and you get stuck in a region separated from those you love, perhaps it would make more sense. Certainly the first few years, while you were trying to adjust... or constantly searching for a way around it." The Voice gave... but she could take away, too. It didn't seem likely at the moment, but Jigano could see her playing such games in the future to remind people of what they owed to her technology. Though, on further reflection, he doubted her Ascended would be barred from using them, so perhaps Sam would never truly know what it felt like after all.
"I'd rather have friends than followers," he said with a wry smile. "Though if you've met Quanil I can see where that's coming from..." The bard trailed off with a fond grimace. He still wasn't comfortable with having a fan club that was quite so... enthusiastic, but so far his hope that time and his own mistakes would dull some of the shine they had taken to him hadn't borne out.
He was glad to hear that Sam was trying, and he set his own empty cup down with a wry smile. "All you can do is try, and to learn from past experiences. I'm sure he appreciates the care and friendship you give him, and when he's ready for more... well, all you can do is hope that he'll communicate that to you." He stood reluctantly, reaching to being winding himself back into his layers. "And speaking of Loren, I should probably head up to the Citadel to see if he can use any help with the new Infirmary. See you back at the Guildhall later?" Sooner rather than later, he suspected, glad to have a steady right hand Chronicler to help out with the guild duties these days.
"I'd rather have friends than followers," he said with a wry smile. "Though if you've met Quanil I can see where that's coming from..." The bard trailed off with a fond grimace. He still wasn't comfortable with having a fan club that was quite so... enthusiastic, but so far his hope that time and his own mistakes would dull some of the shine they had taken to him hadn't borne out.
He was glad to hear that Sam was trying, and he set his own empty cup down with a wry smile. "All you can do is try, and to learn from past experiences. I'm sure he appreciates the care and friendship you give him, and when he's ready for more... well, all you can do is hope that he'll communicate that to you." He stood reluctantly, reaching to being winding himself back into his layers. "And speaking of Loren, I should probably head up to the Citadel to see if he can use any help with the new Infirmary. See you back at the Guildhall later?" Sooner rather than later, he suspected, glad to have a steady right hand Chronicler to help out with the guild duties these days.
