Jigano tilted his head at the answer and nodded slowly. That was more in line with the revenants he had encountered on his world. Some lingered for love or confusion, but most... most stayed from anger, and that rage twisted them until they were unrecognizable and hungered only for pain, and hurt, and the sorrow of the living. Ah, but monsters...
He glanced over at Amalia's question, his heart softening at her innocent question, and he wished, briefly, wistfully, that he could protect that innocence. But it was not his place, as Remi had reminded him, to meddle so freely in the lives of others, and so he looked back to Ludo with a grim sort of dignity. "The monsters of Long Night?" he surmised, remembering the laughter, the madness, the hate they had instilled in the minds and hearts of himself and his companions. It was a bitter memory, a painful one... but not without reward. "Are they the remnants of lost souls who could not - or would not - move on after death?"
Ah, but this was not his world. Not his place. Oracle he might be, but he would always be an outsider here, as he had ever been even in Numeria. It was Amalia to whom Ludo turned, and Jigano released her hand and stepped back to give the pious young woman space for a moment he could not - should not - be a part of.
He could not give her privacy. The clearing was not big enough for that, and he did not want her to think herself abandoned, but he bowed his head and turned his face away as her heart and soul poured out, bared and vulnerable for god and man to see. Amalia, who was so strong, so brave, so supportive of others... he had not realized she had borne such a weight in her heart, nor that such anxieties devoured her from within. She was even stronger than he had known, to continue each day under such a burden, and his heart went out to her as she asked her fragile question with an openness that took more courage than most people would ever need to show.
He glanced over at Amalia's question, his heart softening at her innocent question, and he wished, briefly, wistfully, that he could protect that innocence. But it was not his place, as Remi had reminded him, to meddle so freely in the lives of others, and so he looked back to Ludo with a grim sort of dignity. "The monsters of Long Night?" he surmised, remembering the laughter, the madness, the hate they had instilled in the minds and hearts of himself and his companions. It was a bitter memory, a painful one... but not without reward. "Are they the remnants of lost souls who could not - or would not - move on after death?"
Ah, but this was not his world. Not his place. Oracle he might be, but he would always be an outsider here, as he had ever been even in Numeria. It was Amalia to whom Ludo turned, and Jigano released her hand and stepped back to give the pious young woman space for a moment he could not - should not - be a part of.
He could not give her privacy. The clearing was not big enough for that, and he did not want her to think herself abandoned, but he bowed his head and turned his face away as her heart and soul poured out, bared and vulnerable for god and man to see. Amalia, who was so strong, so brave, so supportive of others... he had not realized she had borne such a weight in her heart, nor that such anxieties devoured her from within. She was even stronger than he had known, to continue each day under such a burden, and his heart went out to her as she asked her fragile question with an openness that took more courage than most people would ever need to show.
