Jigano bit back his retort - So we shouldn't even try to find them? - knowing that they boy meant nothing of the sort, but the way he phrased things seemed designed to pick and prod at those he spoke with. At least the Voice and the bard, if no one else. Perhaps he and the goddess were just lucky like that? A dark sort of joke, but the shadows of the underground seemed to encourage such.
He couldn't help but raise a brow as Remi suddenly made it sound like he hadn't already made decisions for Sam, and was glad he was in front so the expression was hidden. The alchemist had gone ahead with all of this without consulting the bookmaker, deciding he knew what was best for the Ascended, claiming he didn't want to get the red-headed man's hopes up but at the same time working from assumptions that he knew best what Sam wanted - needed? - and that others did not. Nor that Sam himself could handle the knowledge. And yet, now... the bard simply sighed, feeling unaccountably old and so very weary. "You'll do what you will do, Remi, and no one will change your mind," the lorekeeper said quietly.
It had been night when they had entered. Jigano had not thought so much time had passed, and he felt a brief panic at not knowing whether it was the next day or some other day - how much time had flown by, down there in the shrine? He couldn't know until he went to check with others. But he was so very tired... he could see Isla once the sun went down, perhaps. He'd been meaning to ask her about an oddity in the woods. And she might be able to offer insights into Remi's stubborn impetuousness.
He gave a shake of his head, reassuring as well as resigned. "I will keep your secrets, Remi. Even if I don't agree with them." He tilted his head, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he nodded acknowledgment. "You're welcome, at that. I'm sorry things didn't go as you had hoped." With a brief bow the bard turned to trudge back towards the Sanctuary, seeking solace in the Atheneum and the pages of his beloved books.
He couldn't help but raise a brow as Remi suddenly made it sound like he hadn't already made decisions for Sam, and was glad he was in front so the expression was hidden. The alchemist had gone ahead with all of this without consulting the bookmaker, deciding he knew what was best for the Ascended, claiming he didn't want to get the red-headed man's hopes up but at the same time working from assumptions that he knew best what Sam wanted - needed? - and that others did not. Nor that Sam himself could handle the knowledge. And yet, now... the bard simply sighed, feeling unaccountably old and so very weary. "You'll do what you will do, Remi, and no one will change your mind," the lorekeeper said quietly.
It had been night when they had entered. Jigano had not thought so much time had passed, and he felt a brief panic at not knowing whether it was the next day or some other day - how much time had flown by, down there in the shrine? He couldn't know until he went to check with others. But he was so very tired... he could see Isla once the sun went down, perhaps. He'd been meaning to ask her about an oddity in the woods. And she might be able to offer insights into Remi's stubborn impetuousness.
He gave a shake of his head, reassuring as well as resigned. "I will keep your secrets, Remi. Even if I don't agree with them." He tilted his head, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he nodded acknowledgment. "You're welcome, at that. I'm sorry things didn't go as you had hoped." With a brief bow the bard turned to trudge back towards the Sanctuary, seeking solace in the Atheneum and the pages of his beloved books.
