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"Oh, great. It is the most wonderful pigment. In my home they had just begun to bring in the synthetic pigments, but I was never too sure about them. They always felt waterlogged, to me." He was aware this would likely not mean much to Remi, but he was more talking to himself than anything else. If he ever did get home, it would be likely technology would have moved on past him; the thought made him feel oddly distant from everything so he tried to push it down. It seemed that Remi did know who Safrin was, but from the way he struggled to remember for a moment Bastien assumed that she was not whom Remi had been cursed by. "So. After your tale I decided to go and talk to the Gods myself. I had to. You made it sound so exciting!" Bastien opened his shirt a little to give Remi a good view of his pendant. "I went to the shrine and prayed, and Safrin appeared. She gave me this. What a beautiful woman she was! And so powerful, la mia dea." He thought for a moment then lifted a finger as if he had a fantastic idea. "You know, she could help you, perhaps. With your curse. You must ask correctly, though - I do not think she has much patience." BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days