"That's right, I'm sorry," Jigano spoke softly, voice gentling from its academic excitement at pursuing the cube's hidden qualities. Sam had just told him about Remi's memory loss and what it entailed, but if the two had arm-wrestled he had thought that surely they could have also...
Well. He had thought wrong, and Sam was curling in on himself like a snail pulling back into its shell. The glance the Ascended bookmaker shot him - dubious if ever he'd seen one - brought a wry smile to Jigano's lips, and a nod of acknowledgment. "I could try, but I doubt it would be very effective," he admitted honestly. "I have never been particularly physically strong, I'm afraid. I was too used to relying on my magic to need much in the way of muscles... something I regret now, I assure you!" But it wasn't something he would be able to change anytime soon. He spent too much time reading or walking the woodlands. Since he had lost his dreams he had slept less, but in some ways his body had compensated in other ways... though not an increase in bicep size, more was the pity.
"And let's try to keep it that way!" the lorekeeper prayed fervently, not liking to think of the timid Chronicler being forced into combat. "Or at least, let's try and find ways for it to be used defensively. What happens if you try to hand me the cube, I wonder? Did you try that with Remi? Did it just fall through his hands to the ground, or pull his hands to the ground?"
Well. He had thought wrong, and Sam was curling in on himself like a snail pulling back into its shell. The glance the Ascended bookmaker shot him - dubious if ever he'd seen one - brought a wry smile to Jigano's lips, and a nod of acknowledgment. "I could try, but I doubt it would be very effective," he admitted honestly. "I have never been particularly physically strong, I'm afraid. I was too used to relying on my magic to need much in the way of muscles... something I regret now, I assure you!" But it wasn't something he would be able to change anytime soon. He spent too much time reading or walking the woodlands. Since he had lost his dreams he had slept less, but in some ways his body had compensated in other ways... though not an increase in bicep size, more was the pity.
"And let's try to keep it that way!" the lorekeeper prayed fervently, not liking to think of the timid Chronicler being forced into combat. "Or at least, let's try and find ways for it to be used defensively. What happens if you try to hand me the cube, I wonder? Did you try that with Remi? Did it just fall through his hands to the ground, or pull his hands to the ground?"
