"Dare I ask at what price?" Jigano asked softly, thinking of Remi and the conversations he'd had with the alchemist in the past year. He watched Isuma take to the sky, his smile a little rueful and a little sad. "When has anything in this world come for free?" If not paid for in blood and loss, then owed in greater expectations and responsibilities. There was a balance to it that the bard appreciated, even as the losses of friends and loved ones continued to chip away at his foundations.
Remi had escaped that cycle. It remained to be seen if anyone else would - or would want to.
He fell in beside the former captain, feeling the sand between his toes and still enjoying the unfamiliar sensation, even as their conversation took a more sober turn. "As am I," he agreed, remembering the frustration and fear when his Healing magic hadn't been enough to put the broken baker back together immediately. "I would like to ask how you've been but... after talking with Remi I can understand if you don't want to bring up the last season," he suggested, almost tentatively as he slanted a glance at the projection at his side.
Remi had escaped that cycle. It remained to be seen if anyone else would - or would want to.
He fell in beside the former captain, feeling the sand between his toes and still enjoying the unfamiliar sensation, even as their conversation took a more sober turn. "As am I," he agreed, remembering the frustration and fear when his Healing magic hadn't been enough to put the broken baker back together immediately. "I would like to ask how you've been but... after talking with Remi I can understand if you don't want to bring up the last season," he suggested, almost tentatively as he slanted a glance at the projection at his side.
