God help the outcasts, the tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer to why they were born
The words 'my eyes are gone' were so horrific Bastien didn't understand at first, finding the idea too absurd to deal with. "Your...eyes?" While he knew she was Ascended and could not feel pain or bleed, immediately he had an image of his mind of Rexanna screaming, her eyes red holes, dripping thick blood down her cheeks.
She continued, adding more and more injuries upon the list. Upon hearing impaled he had to hold the side of the table, worried he actually might fall. "Oh, love...how brave you are, to have all of this and still be here talking to me." At least she couldn't feel physical pain, though Bastien was sure she was feeling plenty of it emotionally.
"Do not worry, Rexanna. As soon as I can be with you I will be and I will not leave your side. I will be your eyes and anything else you need, darling. I promise." The oath came quickly too him, no decision making needed. "We shall go to The Voice, yes? Perhaps she will be able to help."
She continued, adding more and more injuries upon the list. Upon hearing impaled he had to hold the side of the table, worried he actually might fall. "Oh, love...how brave you are, to have all of this and still be here talking to me." At least she couldn't feel physical pain, though Bastien was sure she was feeling plenty of it emotionally.
"Do not worry, Rexanna. As soon as I can be with you I will be and I will not leave your side. I will be your eyes and anything else you need, darling. I promise." The oath came quickly too him, no decision making needed. "We shall go to The Voice, yes? Perhaps she will be able to help."
Winds of misfortune have blown them about
You made the outcasts, don't cast them out
BASTIEN
