He didn’t know Jigano well enough to say who he would burn a candle — make a lantern — for, but he was grateful for the chance to do something to reflect on the home he’d been ripped from. Anger was finally melting from his expression as Jigano led the conversation away from the upsetting changes in Rance’s life and toward topics that instead teased his thirst for knowledge. The idea of mourning his the loss of part of himself wouldn’t have even occurred to him without Jigano mentioning it and it was a grim enough concept that it had his gaze turning downward again, looking at his barely touched tea.
“I wouldn’t know what ‘bits and pieces’ to look for. Never made a lantern, paper or glass.” Now he took a long drink, using the action to force himself to raise his head instead of letting it fall to the table like a part of him desperately wished for. Putting the mug down, he gave Jigano a small, tired smile. “Have to admit… I’m tryin’ to see this as just another town on the road, but it isn’t workin’ very well.”
“I wouldn’t know what ‘bits and pieces’ to look for. Never made a lantern, paper or glass.” Now he took a long drink, using the action to force himself to raise his head instead of letting it fall to the table like a part of him desperately wished for. Putting the mug down, he gave Jigano a small, tired smile. “Have to admit… I’m tryin’ to see this as just another town on the road, but it isn’t workin’ very well.”
