Old news indeed, and perhaps for the best, for the ire Jigano had felt when Sam had come to him after the initial breakup had been given time to fade. He didn't want to think about what it meant, that Sunjata had cheated on his wife (however fucked up that entire situation had been from start to finish) with Nate, and that they lived together now, following Maea's death...
But the world moved on. Even when they wished it would pause, sometimes, grant a few more days, minutes, seconds.
I didn't really meet Nate until recently. Still never properly introduced, the shark admitted, again with that mental sigh that gills couldn't replicate. I'd only heard about his... antics... from Sam. And the topic of Nate hadn't arisen since that explosion of anger and sordid tale of betrayal from the bookmaker that hadn't painted his ex in a particularly good light at the time.
Even so, Sunjata's claim earned a flicker of mistrust as the thresher swam a little faster, heading deeper as he considered the fish nearby, but held back from hunting by the jewel tucked safely in his mouth. You said that about Amalia, when last we talked, he reminded the Devil's Advocate with an icy glare from a silvery eye. Not quite the truth, as it turned out. Unless your definition of 'good terms' is simply 'not trying to kill you on sight.' Given how Sunjata seemed to piss people off, it wasn't impossible.
Jigano knew he was hardly universally beloved himself, but at least he didn't lie about the bridges he'd broken when it was so easy to prove the lie.
But the world moved on. Even when they wished it would pause, sometimes, grant a few more days, minutes, seconds.
I didn't really meet Nate until recently. Still never properly introduced, the shark admitted, again with that mental sigh that gills couldn't replicate. I'd only heard about his... antics... from Sam. And the topic of Nate hadn't arisen since that explosion of anger and sordid tale of betrayal from the bookmaker that hadn't painted his ex in a particularly good light at the time.
Even so, Sunjata's claim earned a flicker of mistrust as the thresher swam a little faster, heading deeper as he considered the fish nearby, but held back from hunting by the jewel tucked safely in his mouth. You said that about Amalia, when last we talked, he reminded the Devil's Advocate with an icy glare from a silvery eye. Not quite the truth, as it turned out. Unless your definition of 'good terms' is simply 'not trying to kill you on sight.' Given how Sunjata seemed to piss people off, it wasn't impossible.
Jigano knew he was hardly universally beloved himself, but at least he didn't lie about the bridges he'd broken when it was so easy to prove the lie.
