Bastien waited patiently for Rexanna to begin, knowing that she likely needed time. Time to remember, to think of the right phrasing and yes, he was sure, to edit the story for him. They all did it, didn't they? Even in the story he had just told he had taken out some boring details, simplified parts that would be difficult to explain without historical and political context that he had once taken for granted.
"I believe she sees all of us, mind and body." He mentioned as she spoke of The Voice seeing memories. The moment he had Ascended, the colours and lights he had seen as his body was changing...Bastien had never felt anything affect so much of him at once. Sometimes he felt like he was still in that moment, seeing a stretched out future that would snap back any time.
Listening to the story, he 'tsk'-ed and shook his head hearing that having a child had been a job. Of course, he knew that was the case for many nobles, and even among the poor there were often children had for the functional reasons of workload and survival than for love. Still, the idea was not one he could find peace with. Was a child not meant to be the ultimate sign of love, of intimacy? To trust someone so to bring new life into the world with them? It was nothing he had considered until Rexanna for just those reasons.
But there was more to the story, so he did not say anything for the moment. Of course, like all of Rexanna's stories, this one ended horribly (it was how she had become so strong, he knew, but it still hurt as if a wound anew when he heard it from her lips) and he sympathetically reached out to touch her shoulder. "I am sure he was beautiful, cara. Any son from such a mother would be. As for this man..." He said the word as if it did not fit, as if something more akin to monster would be suitable.
"He and all his court were fools if they thought that. To know you and to still think you capable of such things is the mark of an idiot, I think." As always he spoke confidentally and assuredly, but now there was an extra note of assertion fueled by anger. "If only I could go back and make sure each of those who wronged you knew how much you deserved only the best." Bastien Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only a cabaret, old chum
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