Seiji's expression shifs to one of horror as Jigano speaks. "Isla?" he repeats, thinking of the kind woman who had told him about chestnuts. How long ago that felt — another lifetime. "The doctor? She is dead?" For a while? What did that mean?
Seiji turns just slightly away from them, his eyes far away. He should not be surprised, and yet... He thought all the death accounted for. Somehow this blow catches him blindside. She was a doctor, not someone who would have been out fighting... She had seemed so gentle. Seiji shakes his head.
He is hardly aware of Amalia's limited answer. When Jigano speaks again, Seiji glances up, blinks, and finally nods. "Yes," he replies, voice soft. His expression softens, though, the smile returning as he looks to Amalia. "I want to hear everything you have to say."
He waits for Jigano to lead, presuming nothing, but eager to see their hall.
Seiji turns just slightly away from them, his eyes far away. He should not be surprised, and yet... He thought all the death accounted for. Somehow this blow catches him blindside. She was a doctor, not someone who would have been out fighting... She had seemed so gentle. Seiji shakes his head.
He is hardly aware of Amalia's limited answer. When Jigano speaks again, Seiji glances up, blinks, and finally nods. "Yes," he replies, voice soft. His expression softens, though, the smile returning as he looks to Amalia. "I want to hear everything you have to say."
He waits for Jigano to lead, presuming nothing, but eager to see their hall.
