He wasn't sure why he'd told Sunjata about the memorials, except that the Flood had seemed genuinely torn about Peter's death. The pain of failure, the weight of guilt, those were things that Jigano understood, even if he still blamed the other man for being the root cause of the deaths of two people and their companions.
It made it hard to delve further into Sunjata's tale of transformation, though the facts the Flood relayed covered most of the bases fairly well, and there didn't seem much more to say on the matter. He wasn't, and then he was, and it felt like it had always been that way. Jigano watched the approach of the felines, slanting a glance from the corner of his eye to note the feeding of the strays. He wasn't much of a cat person, and he smelled of Vaya and Ella anyways, Rory's hounds as much a presence in his life as the farmer and Isuma now.
"Some, perhaps," he granted reluctantly. "A fae once told me about the Cait Sith in the Greatwood being hunters of souls. Did you have ghosts in Korofi?" A bending - a slight bending - gruff and reluctant, if the other man chose to take it.
It made it hard to delve further into Sunjata's tale of transformation, though the facts the Flood relayed covered most of the bases fairly well, and there didn't seem much more to say on the matter. He wasn't, and then he was, and it felt like it had always been that way. Jigano watched the approach of the felines, slanting a glance from the corner of his eye to note the feeding of the strays. He wasn't much of a cat person, and he smelled of Vaya and Ella anyways, Rory's hounds as much a presence in his life as the farmer and Isuma now.
"Some, perhaps," he granted reluctantly. "A fae once told me about the Cait Sith in the Greatwood being hunters of souls. Did you have ghosts in Korofi?" A bending - a slight bending - gruff and reluctant, if the other man chose to take it.
