Ah yes. Because sacrifices and hearts were never enough on their own, were they? Always, always the gods wanted something more for their favors. He knew Ludo was no exception, though the masked god had been kind to him in comparison to how it had welcomed Remi to Caido. Then again, he didn't tend to ask for the improbable from the ragged Herald, only the unlikely. Perhaps one day he, too, would find himself leading others into death in pursuit of some god's quest.
He had his own vanities and foolishness to answer for, after all, no less than Sunjata.
It wasn't Deimos's way to give information without being asked for it, but in such a painful remembrance Jigano didn't feel right interrogating the other man, either. He let his curiosity flicker through the bond, wondering what else had been needed to bring a shrine to life, but not pushing the matter if the General didn't wish to go into further detail.
Isuma chirped at the gentle scratching, taking it as an invitation. She crouched and then leapt up, wings giving her the extra few feet she needed to make a precarious landing on the General's shoulder and wrap around behind his neck, purring quietly against his exhaustion. Jigano smiled with a sad fondness at her desire to cheer Deimos up, knowing it was a futile effort but not trying to stop her. "Aren't we?" he echoed the General's words, remembering too many lost to too many failures. "Or are we all those things, but more as well? Our failures and successes. Our mistakes and intentions. Words and actions. Our choices and their consequences, good and bad." He sighed, looking down at his sketch of a black dragon, curled up as if sleeping, as he had last seen Coffee alive, napping beside Isuma in the shade of his dragonwing. "What was Sunjata doing, while Adam was trying to save Peter and you were putting up a shield against its ice?" Not, perhaps, quite at the same time, but the question remained: what had Sunjata been doing after leading them into the dragon's lair?
He had his own vanities and foolishness to answer for, after all, no less than Sunjata.
It wasn't Deimos's way to give information without being asked for it, but in such a painful remembrance Jigano didn't feel right interrogating the other man, either. He let his curiosity flicker through the bond, wondering what else had been needed to bring a shrine to life, but not pushing the matter if the General didn't wish to go into further detail.
Isuma chirped at the gentle scratching, taking it as an invitation. She crouched and then leapt up, wings giving her the extra few feet she needed to make a precarious landing on the General's shoulder and wrap around behind his neck, purring quietly against his exhaustion. Jigano smiled with a sad fondness at her desire to cheer Deimos up, knowing it was a futile effort but not trying to stop her. "Aren't we?" he echoed the General's words, remembering too many lost to too many failures. "Or are we all those things, but more as well? Our failures and successes. Our mistakes and intentions. Words and actions. Our choices and their consequences, good and bad." He sighed, looking down at his sketch of a black dragon, curled up as if sleeping, as he had last seen Coffee alive, napping beside Isuma in the shade of his dragonwing. "What was Sunjata doing, while Adam was trying to save Peter and you were putting up a shield against its ice?" Not, perhaps, quite at the same time, but the question remained: what had Sunjata been doing after leading them into the dragon's lair?
