Bastien would have liked to think he'd always been wise, though admittedly Rexanna's influence had probably brought out more of this side of him. The side he'd often thought of as his nosy meddler side, but something in him that did genuinely want to help people through their problems, reframe them and give them back so they might be easier to see.
Of course, doing that with something as hard as Ronin's problems was not feasible...but he could try to at least ease the way to some kind of recovery. "Well...maybe it's not all unproductive. It's a part of getting through it...and when you've done it, you can look back on it and know you did your feeling guilty so you can stop...eventually." When that would be he couldn't say - months? Years? Decades? But one day, he thought Ronin would be able to look back and feel...if not peace, at least closure, over this.
"What I will say, and I know the angry man in you won't listen - but Ronin, in the moments I saw you and your daughter...I've never seen a father so dedicated or a little girl so entranced. We are all going to make mistakes, but...given the circumstances of her birth? You gave Aoife the best she could have asked for and more after that, my friend. Let no one, not even yourself, tell you different."
