Bastien
Cradling his second rose in his hands like it was the precious baby Jesus himself (a similie that would mean nothing to the majority of people in Caido, he thought, which was still odd) Bastien walked towards the Spire. The structure was imposing in it's large size, reminded him of the large buildings around the plaza in Venice. Those had been baroque, decorated in intricate stone carvings and details, whereas this was almost brutal in it's simplicity.He did not care for it, but he supposed it had not been built for it's aesthetic properties. A prison of sorts, he understood from what he'd heard. Not having been at the breach until he had come to rescue Rexanna some time after the main event, he did not know quite what had happened here.
At the base of the Spire he saw several roses already planted. The intent was hopeful, but he couldn't help but see a memorial for those not yet dead. Kneeling, he began to dig a little hole in the cold dirt, wondering if The Voice would find it tasteless he was planting flowers at the scene of her...companions? Her own? imprisonment (he really had to find out more about the pantheon he had sworn himself to. This level of ignorance was embarrassing even for Bastien).
Not expecting company, he looked up to the Spire and idly spoke to it as he worked to get the rose in the ground. "Perhaps the roses can grow up and surround you, make you a symbol of something other than a battle or a prison, hm? Certainly might improve the landscape. While I am not a rose gardener like my parents, I can see the elegance in what they did here. These little flowers...they are beautiful."
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
