God help the outcasts, the tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer to why they were born
Bastien shrugged. Really it didn't make much difference to him - he had never been involved in the planning and sorting of these kinds of things, not in the way Wessex was. Alright. I suppose it is the only option we have, isn't it? Then I will tell people.
With that agreed, he turned to leave, needing to think on Rexanna and the situation, needing to find a space to be in his own head.
With that agreed, he turned to leave, needing to think on Rexanna and the situation, needing to find a space to be in his own head.
Winds of misfortune have blown them about
You made the outcasts, don't cast them out
BASTIEN