Rance's mouth pulled in a slight wince at Jigano's tone when he mentioned 'Caiside'. It was one he knew not from personal experience, but from his time traveling. The haunted voice of one who still regretted something about the loss, still ached with buried pain. "Back home, we say that those that make it to the afterlife have no anger or regrets. Hopefully here it's the same for those in Mort's realm, yeah?"
Talking about Morgana after so many years brought only the joy in her memory and not the ripping sorrow of her immediate loss. Jigano was a good listener, sympathetic and responsive. It was something Rance had seen in very few people. Details about his sister came easily, especially since her love of feathers related to the lantern. The mention of Jigano's own feathers had Rance's brows rising and as he painted the final swipe of yellow and set his brush down his expression was openly interested and attentive. The query about what Rance collected came before he could voice the question suddenly at the front of his mind and he stumbled over his answer. "Uh, well, it was part of that, I guess. I probably would have collected books, but it's hard to carry those on the road. Had a journal where I wrote shit down. And, if I didn't have access to that, I wrote on whatever was available and stuck that in the book, too." That last he voiced with a little sheepishness.
Talking about Morgana after so many years brought only the joy in her memory and not the ripping sorrow of her immediate loss. Jigano was a good listener, sympathetic and responsive. It was something Rance had seen in very few people. Details about his sister came easily, especially since her love of feathers related to the lantern. The mention of Jigano's own feathers had Rance's brows rising and as he painted the final swipe of yellow and set his brush down his expression was openly interested and attentive. The query about what Rance collected came before he could voice the question suddenly at the front of his mind and he stumbled over his answer. "Uh, well, it was part of that, I guess. I probably would have collected books, but it's hard to carry those on the road. Had a journal where I wrote shit down. And, if I didn't have access to that, I wrote on whatever was available and stuck that in the book, too." That last he voiced with a little sheepishness.
