"They're a bit busy cleaning up and rebuilding," he pointed out, a touch of dryness finally pushing past some of the flat neutrality of his tone. But he made no effort to follow up on the frustration for in the end Sunjata had as much of a point as the bard did. Perhaps, given time to repair and recover from the near-catastrophe someone would have emerged, but they wouldn't have had the publicity the Outlander group had gained with their efforts. Efforts that had been made in the heat of the moment, without thought of reward... or at least, so the bard could claim for himself.
Remi was a stranger now, and Sunjata was as fecklessly determined to drown himself in pain and pleasure and booze as Loren could be. He had no idea who the Flood was these days, or what he would be a week from now.
Sunjata's gesture spoke volumes; caring not about the land but about the sea, the freedom it represented, and Jigano met the Flood's eyes coolly at his protestations that he would make it better. "And Safrin approves of such... selflessness?" he asked, wry and humorless as he glanced down at the blades. "Such arrogant heroics from an Outlander?" Ah, but the gods of Caido were not known for being fair. Neither neutral nor balanced, no scales or watchers - except, perhaps, that mysterious god above all.
Maea's name was like a gut-punch and Jigano had to clench his jaw against the words that threatened to snap out. He swallowed them back, one by one, locking them deep until he could pick and choose amongst them, taking care as he did. "Maea would have appreciated anything that let her be with you. But you were too busy jerking her around with Lusea's ghost to let her in or let her go," he gritted out, remembering the last conversation he'd had with the white-winged girl and how desperately she had drowned her own desires for just a hint of Sunjata's approval
Remi was a stranger now, and Sunjata was as fecklessly determined to drown himself in pain and pleasure and booze as Loren could be. He had no idea who the Flood was these days, or what he would be a week from now.
Sunjata's gesture spoke volumes; caring not about the land but about the sea, the freedom it represented, and Jigano met the Flood's eyes coolly at his protestations that he would make it better. "And Safrin approves of such... selflessness?" he asked, wry and humorless as he glanced down at the blades. "Such arrogant heroics from an Outlander?" Ah, but the gods of Caido were not known for being fair. Neither neutral nor balanced, no scales or watchers - except, perhaps, that mysterious god above all.
Maea's name was like a gut-punch and Jigano had to clench his jaw against the words that threatened to snap out. He swallowed them back, one by one, locking them deep until he could pick and choose amongst them, taking care as he did. "Maea would have appreciated anything that let her be with you. But you were too busy jerking her around with Lusea's ghost to let her in or let her go," he gritted out, remembering the last conversation he'd had with the white-winged girl and how desperately she had drowned her own desires for just a hint of Sunjata's approval
