The question caught him by surprise. Where did it end? As she continued, though, he nodded with a bit more understanding. There were always those who sought to turn power into a weapon. They had Zariah's example as a recent warning of how some would view it. The Tyrant Queen who had tried to weaponize the Abandoned as a whole. His own refusal to fall in line with her plans had started a cascade of events that had resulted in Amalia being threatened and further fractures between him and Deimos that might always weaken the foundations of their odd relationship.
Exhaling slowly, he reached out to brush his fingers lightly over hers - and the scar. "I understand," he said gently. "You are not a weapon to be used by anyone, for any reason, against your will. And you already carry so much on your shoulders. This power is yours, to use or not as you please. I won't tell anyone, I promise." They all seemed to be stepping back from the world and the responsibility that their growing powers might have trapped them in. Jigano could understand that well, indeed, having tried to do just that himself in recent seasons, though without the divine guidance of Safrin's lessons, and not as effectively as he'd intended.
There was more there, deeper waters hiding beneath the surface, and he withdrew his hand to help reposition himself in the water next to her. "Why does it matter, what other people think of you?" He asked softly.
Exhaling slowly, he reached out to brush his fingers lightly over hers - and the scar. "I understand," he said gently. "You are not a weapon to be used by anyone, for any reason, against your will. And you already carry so much on your shoulders. This power is yours, to use or not as you please. I won't tell anyone, I promise." They all seemed to be stepping back from the world and the responsibility that their growing powers might have trapped them in. Jigano could understand that well, indeed, having tried to do just that himself in recent seasons, though without the divine guidance of Safrin's lessons, and not as effectively as he'd intended.
There was more there, deeper waters hiding beneath the surface, and he withdrew his hand to help reposition himself in the water next to her. "Why does it matter, what other people think of you?" He asked softly.
