Bastien
Melita's wink and the phrasing 'a way to put it' implied she did not really believed what he had to say; Bastien simply laughed, shrugged and accepted this. You could not convert everyone into an artsy philosopher and that did not mean their work had little value. In fact, he loved to see the art made by people who were self-professed amateurs, who had never done it before in their lives. There was always an honesty to it, something that got lost after years of practice and learning how to deceive an eye.Her work was especially interesting because of the way her emotions in the moment seemed to effect her brushstrokes. Slow, for this moment of sad reflection.
"I see...it seems the Gods in many worlds are the cause of a lot of conflict. It was the same in mine, though different, because they were...ah...not so visible." He hadn't even been sure if he'd believed on Earth. On Caido there wasn't really a choice. "Do you find you can call this place your home, now?"
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
